Jack frowns slightly. Out of any reaction he could have imagined, that wasn't one he expected. He's all prepared to question when the waiter arrives, stopping him.

He tests the wine and nods, allowing him to pour. Not that it means a lot to Jack, he's not a big drinker, not any more at least.

He waits, rather impatient, until the waiter leaves.

"What were you saying?"