Jack seemed utterly unbothered by the rant; he listened to it patiently. "Well, I assure you that as meatbags go, you're looking pretty good and haven't anything to complain about. So buck up." He started putting rinse in his hair. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything inappropriate to you, at least not now, and I'm not the sort of pervert that likes to molest the unwilling anyway." He grinned. "And I'd like to see you try. But considering we're under careful watch, we'll just leave it as a contest of machismo and not an actual you trying to kill me thing, how about."