"Well, if you could cook, I would have invited you to stay at Chez Jack," as he said this, his hands moved up to frame his face in emphasis of that being his name. "But I can't just have someone freeloading off of me, and a stranger no less." All of this was said with a degree of mirth in his voice, a certain juvinile charm.
Truthfully, Jack was perfectly harmless and was missing his neighbor. The knocks on the door had been few between since that Billy Idol looking character disappeared. Where was he anyway... whatever his name was... Stamp? Stomp? Spork? spike... something like that.