"You're a damn good assassin." Jack snickered at the comment and shook his head childishly. Considering he had not actually killed anyone in the time he had worked for the Boss, it was an out of place comment.<br/><br/>Apparently they wanted to leash him, put a partner or two with him, more experienced thugs, who knew what to do. Jack snickered even more loudly when the albino walked in and Jack kept giggling.<br/>"Sae, who's 'er big gal's blouse, eh? A white lil' lillae, all 'ere t'be me gawdian?"<br/>Jack flashed a big smile at the Dagger and sized him up. Jack was both taller, and broader, and if nothing else, Jack had colour in his cheeks.<br/><br/>His other watchdog was a girl, and Jack was in all honesty surprised he felt nothing for her. He was used to falling in love with whatever ass walked by him, but this girl was as uninviting as anyone he had ever seen. She introduced herself and Jack yawned in response. He hoped she would prove a sweet little girl, whom he would care for deeply, but he did not have high hopes. His lust for women in general and his apathy for this particular woman materialized in both an insult to the female assassin and hapless romance, which Jack mastered even less than he mastered the art of killing.<br/><br/>"I'm guessin' it'd all me turn t'duce meself, then? Wal, me name's Jack Jenkins, and I'm new in this 'ere outer fit. I'm ne real a fan o' pyres or... ye," and he pointed at the girl with a bored expression on his face. "But if'n we're t'be parters then I'll guess I'm t'be stuck t'yer. Maybe thar gal'll let me blow air into 'er strange ears or'n lemme whisper sweet nothings."<br/><br/>He turned to the Boss and still had to change his bored look.<br/>"So, who'd ye wan' us t'snuff this 'ere time, fat man? Ye've gathered yer best 'o 'em, so where'd ye poin' us?"