"Well, when you do get around to trying it on people, tell me how it works out," Which was Jack's way of saying 'Thanks for not muddling around in my head, and please don't consider doing it in the future'.
"Oh, this would be far more fun if you were naked too," Jack said after a moment, sort of sighing as he leaned back in the chair, "And minus the ability to explode me with your brain, that would be nice too. Not that I think you want to, but accidents do happen, and I would so hate to be the stain on the carpet a few months down the line. 'Oh that? Yes, that was Jack Dent, a lovely fellow'-as I assume I will be referred to as, post mortem-'who was naked during the great weird plague of 2008, and Greg blew him up with his mind. Yes, it was a shame. We just can't seem to get that spot out...Out, damn spot!' And so on, wringing your hands, or rather, not, as I don't see you as the sort to wring hands so much as shuffle in spot or make faces. Jules doesn't wring his hands, at least. He broods."