[Jack's brows draw together, sending a wrinkle across his forehead. He would say that he can't believe he's suggesting that...except he can totally believe it. Jack puts his hand against his face like he's about to push him away, but he doesn't.]
Do you have an answer to your question now? Are we?
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Do you have an answer to your question now? Are we?
[Because you have him curious too.]