[SE] lickety-split

JACK

His brow furrows at the memory offered, sordid as it might be if they had anything like a regular familial relationship. He doesn't recognise Thal (ha), and so Vesper's fuckbuddy remains just that in his mind, Jack letting out a slow sigh and coaxing the ice back into water, wiping his hands on pants now stained with blood and dirt. "A lamplighter?" He raises his eyebrows. "Dunno that I've ever had the pleasure. Most of the shit that's pulverised me has been from the Oerwoud."

Straightening up from the fountain and tucking his hands back into his pockets, Jack lets the cooler night air billow across his shoulders, providing some relief from the sticky Longheat evening. Only as an afterthought does he kick up his own air magic, manipulating a soft breeze around them and huffing out a sharp sigh and a shrug of his shoulders in response to Vesper's question.

"If I did, no one'd give it a lick of attention," he mutters, the suggestion being that he might have a very specific no one in mind. "Just... stay behind that barrier, when it goes up. You an' your sisters. I don't give a fuck what you were made for. I just know that if I were in The Family's shoes, I'd have my sights right on Torchline for it's leader makin' a fool of me."