The barest shape of Zevran's promise is enough, and Jack settles back down against the table with an easy smile, content to get into a poking war with Savio and let his mind wander upon that prospect. Both lords.

It takes several moments of meandering until his mind fuzzily stumbles over an impediment to that, and he pulls a face that is half grin and half grimage, pressing his eye down against his forearm.

"Yeah. Assuming one of his lords isn't soundly couched for being a complete idiot."