"I didn't think so," Jack said. "Oh well. And I thought I was about to discover something new and interesting to go home with."

There was really no telling what sense he meant that in.

"Couple of reasons," he said, leaning one elbow on the table, chin in his hand. "I head one arm of an organization that monitors extra-terrestrial activity and makes sure the Earth stays happy for us Earthlings. After a while, you just stop getting scared, or you completely lose your marbles." He smiled. "And I'm originally from the 51st century. I get around. I've gotten blowjobs from things far scarrier and a hell of a lot uglier than you."

And there was that whole not being able to die thing. But that he wasn't sharing.