"Good," Jack said decisively. "Because the minute you start guessing me? We've got a problem here."

Bravado again, of course, because Jack was fully aware of all people, Reinette was certainly rather adept at scratching beneath that surface and seeing what was underneath. She could see what was underneath, and Jack would hate that with most people, but for some reason... not with her. With her, he was glad of it.

He slid to the side on the bed, lying next to her instead, with one hand reached out and placed gently against her stomach.

"Because if you knew what was coming," he said, continuing his sentiment. "I'd stop being interesting."