"Promise?" John Hart asked with the same look of childish excitement as he had about seeing Jack's place the last time they'd met up, "Do I get a guess at where?" When it was clear his innuendo wasn't flying, he sighed and got himself situated as passenger, now just looking rejected and sour about it. His sense of humor and libido both had to have died centuries ago, there was nothing else for it.
"Oh, almost forgot. Met a friend of your's. Suzie something? She's cute, dry though. Didn't even put the hook out for that one," John said and perched an arm in his open window, eyes focused out on the street as they'd gotten to moving.
"She has it out for you. Nasty bit of work. Good to see you're making friends."