Jack sort of whilted slightly at the reaction to his touching-he had figured Greg wouldn't mind that side of the man, as Jack was touchy feely with just about everyone he knew-and awkwardly laughed, sitting back and away from the other man to give him space. He shrugged a bit at the question and raised his eyebrows as he watched the road as well.
"Oh, anywhere, Greg. I do believe a drug run was suggested, but I don't have prescription pads on me, blast the luck," He patted down himself to be sure before shaking his head, "Fresh out. Illegal drugs are always an option, of course, but I don't have a dealer. Do you? Oooh, wouldn't that be fun, going to a drug deal? Would we have guns? Would they have guns? I don't think I'd like that, actually. We might have them, but no guns for the dealers, thanks. Too Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels meets Priscilla Queen of the Desert, anyway."