Snorting at that, Jack just moved on, choosing not to comment, and looked at his finger where the lash was, "Goodness, all that fuss for you," He muttered, blowing it off and then looking over at Greg, "You know, I rather like you, dear. In all seriousness, or as much seriousness as a man in a bra can gather about him. But then again, it might be the 'hand on my penis' thing, popping up again..."