"Fine, fine, I can see when I'm not wanted," he says, holding up his palms in some fake semblance of defense, but it might be sign enough that he sees her for more than human.

He's still backing up, regardless, all air of a child being done with a boring conversation, but there's something else there. A thread of caution. Knowing.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you, anyway," he continues, like either of them expect Jack's threat to mean much at all.

He has better places to be.