"Corporeal punishment has, historically, never really worked," Jack pointed out with bemusement. "No matter how much I'd love to return to it sometimes, but... It doesn't get results. Fear breeds discontent, not empathy. For now, I have no other recourse but to talk to him." He sighed. "And talk to him I will."
He got up from his chair, finishing his drink. "So, can I escort you to dinner, my fairest lady? Maybe we can even make Micah a little jealous."