"You know I was never much for smiling in debriefs," he remarked with a wave of his hand. He was not much for smiling in many occasionally, preferring a smirk, occasional grin or just a very serious expression to keep people on task. Jack had mastered the warm inviting smile a long time ago, and even now, when one could be teased out of the younger man, it was still wholesome in his opinion. "Ah well, beating arguments was part of my infuriating charm."

He still knew Jack had not had a good time of it. Strike Commander was a curse position as far as he was concerned. No one deserved to be saddled with it for long.

"Wait, you realized someone was hitting on you? That's a shocker these days," he remarked dryly. He helped himself to a second slice of pizza to his plate and took a bite of it, drawing out the pause as he chewed. "My plans almost always work. I laid the ground work with all the non-committal sex we've been having." Now he wanted to lock that down; he wanted more.

He smirked. "Careful, maybe some of those dewdrops will still be hanging around somewhere and we might to full circle."