Jack shook his head, though some amusement pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Is this really just the way you treat everybody? I'm trying to have a conversation with you and you're just throwing your weight around. I get that you're a hardass, but you could actually resort to using reason. You're not stupid, I know that much."
Jack took up his glass, took a sip and leaned forward. The top button of his shirt was undone, showing the pale, unblemished skin of his throat, the hint of a collarbone. "I am still worried about the magic of it, too. Teleportation is very, very difficult and most witches can't even work two people. Whenever I bring someone, they end up feeling nauseous, dizzy. And you want to take sixty students on one jaunt?" He grinned. "Madness."