The Master leaned against the bar, looking out at the people. He was a bit startled to see a couple of his own face in the crowd, and he grinned with predetory interest when he saw Jack in the jacket he'd had designed for his security forces. This place might be more interesting than he thought. At least, if nothing else, Jack was here.
"What did you do to earn them?" he asked casually, keeping an eye on Jack - well, the Jack in a proper jacket, not the one in something obscenely green. What possessed that man to wear something so... tacky?