Jack turned in what some might say was a borderline twirl at the sound of their approaching steps, cocking his head to the left at the sight of his would-be victim. He flinched at Davy orders, eying the slimy gun and Cordy. She was a pretty little thing, which made the situation slightly more enjoyable. "Right, err, what exactly was her crime?" Stalling, perhaps, or Jack's innate sense of nosiness curiosity.
He turned his head sharply in Cordelia's direction and smirked. "Aye, love, that I am. Do you like it?" Jack smiled and focused completely on her now, letting his eyes dip briefly over her form.