Jack merely giggled excitedly as he followed after Greg, looking around the club with a grin as they came out, "Gregory, dear, I must say I feel rather relaxed after having you jerk me off in the loo," He waggled his brows, "Now, did you want me to buy you another drink before I got you on the floor-to dance, dear, don't be so dirty-or are you ready to go right now?" Of course, he had concern for the leg, but he also assumed Greg was the type of man who needed drink to dance even without the bad leg.