There was no inoffensive way to ask what Jack was, and there never was a time when it didn't make him pause when someone finally got around to asking. He went a little tense, his smile flattening a little as he glanced to the priest. He snorted a little then looked towards the bar. "I'm impossible." He hated that term for himself but it was really the only thing that fit. And honestly, the only reason he hated it was because it alienated him from someone he cared a lot for.
Jack checked the traffic then when there was a clear spot he jogged across the street expecting Father John to follow, but just in case, "C'mon, padre. Maybe we can get some answers."