"You're easy on the eyes and kind of funny," Jack said. Which was pretty much his opinion. "Really, Aidou, I have a skillet and a couple of knives. The only thing more I could ask for at this point is my gun back, which you can't provide. You're not from my dimension, which means information about your species, while interesting, isn't that important to me as anything but a curiousity. And I'm assuming you're smart enough that we'll stay cordial, because I'm a naturally friendly guy, and you already have your hands pretty full with tall, dark, and loomy, not to mention the plethora of your fellow inmates you've been flagrantly pissing off because it's more fun than doing needlepoint in the crafts room."

He smiled. "So I think it's safe to say that if I'm still here, it's because I don't have anywhere better to be. Since I don't necessarily know the details of your specific species, I can't really hazard a guess as to what you could give me, other than a wicked hickey and possibly an orgasm to go with it."