"Pardon me?" Jack questioned, brow furrowing as he laughed, "First of all, what on Earth are you talking about? Second of all, hookers are not for me, dearest, I am not a fan of paying for a game of chance unless I'm in Vegas. And even then, betting my bits and bobs on wether or not the last bloke fancies a go without a rubber and is diseased to the nines yet rich enough to afford a spin without latex is not my thing."