"You presume correctly," Jack said with a wink, stepping inside when the door opened for him. He shrugged out of the greatcoat, gently laying it over the back of the closest chair. "And may I assume this is the lovely Lavender I have spoken with so often on the boards?"
Jack? Flirt? Never.
"Lose? I never lose," he said, hooking his thumb beneath the braces. "Bring it on."