[ There's relief in the sarcasm that's enough of a balm to Jack's natural paranoia to calm him, at least in part. He'll never be relaxed so long as his real face is on view. It's both his vanity and a fear of vulnerability, but they're both powerful enough that this is an exceedingly rare sight. Even those Jack would call friends (though there are very few of them) hadn't seen this, and he had no plans to show them. Now, it was only prompted by fever and the lingering, burning ghost in his mind of what had truly caused it at all.

But even so, he laughs. It's partially just a sound to fill the space and deflect from his own hesitation, but the tooth, twisted smile still turns towards Fenris. ]

Oh— Yeah, you- You don't seem like much of a socialite, guess you're right. [ Jack chuckles again, then rubs his temple in irritation. Even the couch feels hot to the touch, but he'll ignore that. ] Then don't worry about it. You- are exactly the kinda guy I was hopin' they'd send, apparently.