[A slight canine tilt of the head, the briefest look of...something...passing over his face before it absolves itself back into smooth indifference once again.]
It does?
[The tone of his voice comes off a little more uncertain than he'd like, but it's almost a surprise, that his 'file' would mention such a thing. Almost, because it's true he's had dealings with Jack that extend beyond his inherent dislike. Dealings of a more professional nature, and for the moment he assumes that's what this is about, though how it's relevant to a basic security job, he can't quite ascertain. Not yet.
That Rhys may have obtained this information through a less than traditional means never passes his mind. He is, as Rhys has surmised, just a subordinate after all. It's not his place to question it.
When he speaks again, it's with the slick professionalism he'd begun with.]
no subject
It does?
[The tone of his voice comes off a little more uncertain than he'd like, but it's almost a surprise, that his 'file' would mention such a thing. Almost, because it's true he's had dealings with Jack that extend beyond his inherent dislike. Dealings of a more professional nature, and for the moment he assumes that's what this is about, though how it's relevant to a basic security job, he can't quite ascertain. Not yet.
That Rhys may have obtained this information through a less than traditional means never passes his mind. He is, as Rhys has surmised, just a subordinate after all. It's not his place to question it.
When he speaks again, it's with the slick professionalism he'd begun with.]
Yes. I know him. Sir.