Jack examined his would be hosts and replied with a bashful, "Thank you."<br/><br/>He couldn't help but feel a bit on the spot.  Almost like he had stumbled into a job interview for a position he was heavily under qualified for.  Still with this feeling in mind, he couldn't help but attempt to turn that feeling around.  He was still dumbfounded by the butler and his exquisite garb.  His voice and mannerisms that matched the look so well were enough to make him uncomfortable but it was impossible.  He almost felt unable to say no to anything he could possibly ask.<br/><br/>The girl was even more of a mystery.  Her features were beyond compare.  The way her uncolored hair fell.  Her eyes that pierced but were somehow soft and nurturing.  A smile that made every muscle in his body lackadaisical, save his own lips that were drawn to a pleasant upward curve in response.   She was wearing a dress that was made to fit her and only her obviously though the material seemed out of place and much too plain for its quality.  Everything about her seemed to be refined and eloquent.<br/><br/>He took a sip of his tea and was immediately reminded of a small tobacco farm in South Carolina in the 19teens.  He took another sip and could smell the air.  The slight saltiness from the ocean not far away mixed with the flowers, tobacco, and his mother's breakfast.  The eggs, bacon, grits, and thick slices of homemade toasted bread.  He let out a sigh and was again in the presence of his current company, which strangely enough, startled him a bit as he came back to reality.<br/><br/>"That's quite a strong brew you have there, mister...um...what was your name?"<br/><br/>He was still curious as to what their interest in him was besides eavesdropping.  He assumed he wasn't the only one who could do what he did and have such a long life.  He started to get suspicious but certainly wasn't going to go around asking questions like that.  He knew one thing for sure and that one thing they all had in common was that they somehow didn't belong.