Jack and Blake: Fanservice
Jack searched Blake's face, trying to figure out if Blake was mocking him. Trying to figure out if he had done something to offend Blake and, if so, what. Jack could not find the answer he was looking for - or rather, he thought that the answers to all of his question was 'yes'. Derision. Mild contempt. While all Jack had done was be nice to him.
"Right," Jack said, unsure of what to say. He nodded and said: "Better get to it, then."
As Jack walked off, he wondered what had possessed him. Why did he keep trying? He thought back to the grizzled old hunter, that perpetual smirk on his face... Jack huffed. Why indeed.