Her own smiled remained held and firmly in check as Jack's initial confusion sat between them. But then it faded into something else, and Reinette felt her breath catch.

A smile. Jack's smile. And for that moment the correct person was wearing Jack's body. It seemed to her that the blue of his robe now suited him all the more.

Reinette's smile grew, unrestrained.

Men or women, ultimately it did not matter to her in that moment. How could it? They might examine one other. Push and pull and even strip the other bare, both intended and not. But actual judgment was rare.

Her chin tilted up at a sharp angle, lead by her smile.

"Surely you know enough of be Jack, to know that I would not be here if I did not."