Jack, for a moment, remained quiet. He wondered if he should do something differently. But what? Take her back now? Take her somewhere else? What good would it do?

Luckily, her words caught his attention, and he followed her gaze to the man who had been so familiar with her such a short while ago.

"Casanova? He thinks he's Casanova?" He swung his head back towards her. For a moment, he was deep in thought. History running through his head. Venice... Paris... (a very condensed history). It dawned on him.

"Wait you know him, don't you?!"