"No, no, no, no NO." Jack flailed a bit, his arms moving independently of one another in a rather annoying manner, feet doing a sort of skip. It was a wildly frustrating gesture. "My name is not woman, nor will it be woman nor was it ever woman." There had been some joke when he was married to Rosario about him being his own Mrs. Jack McFarland, but at no point was he actually ever called a woman.
His hands cross over his chest, head cocked slightly to the side. From this angle the man with the weird accent wasn't quite so bad to look upon. Quite nice actually. Angling his head to the side just a bit, he tried to get a better look from behind.
"My name is not woman," he repeated, an impressed look forming on his face. "My name is Jack McFarland. Maybe you've heard of me." He reached into the pocket of his shut jacket and retrieved two copies of his business card. Handing one to each of them, he tried to smile. "And trust me, that's only the half of it."
The card proclaimed him 'actor, singer, dancer.' He had been tempted to put 'Escort' on there as well, until he was reminded by Will that that also was a euphemism for prostitute. Even then, he had pondered it for a great amount of time before deciding that it was probably a bad idea. The card also mentioned that he was formerly the host of the hit talk show 'Jack Talk'. All of this beside a small head shot photo of himself, beaming at the camera with his trademark grin.