Jack, again, found himself smiling. Barely really, but still there; the smallest twist of a smile. He ducked his head slightly, almost nodding.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said softly.

A pause then, as if, just as she suggested 'moving on'. And then he gestured out towards the sofa.

"Shall we sit?"

Without waiting for an answer he moved to the comfy couch and sat himself down. On the coffee table in front was a glossy menu for a pizza place, he reached forward and picked it up.

"So shall we order in?"