[ Jack is about to argue that it isn't luck so much as his own skill (which is not exactly true), but Rhys's addition gets him to shut up. It's only for a moment, but that reminder of the difference in their social statuses is like putting up a wall. Jack stares at Rhys for a moment, but then scoffs. It's not bitter, exactly, but it's dismissive. ]

What, you prefer the whole "yes, sir" "no, sir" act? Because I know this is gonna be a shocker, but I hate doing that crap. Only time any Westie is going to call you "sir" is when they're being a kissass of the highest magnitude or they're planning to put a knife in you the second you turn your back. Just, y'know, protip.

[ stop using outdated memes jack ]

Besides! It worked out. [ His grin returns, and it's cheeky ] And here we are, sitting together, kinda sharing a drink. More like drinking in each other's general presence since I'm not footing that tab, but. You're charmed. Totally.