Jack smiles at the drifting hand as it moves down to the silk scarf around his neck. He wouldn't mind a slight tug to it. It does have him setting the nearly empty champagne aside.

"Oysters can't sit out. We better eat those first." Slowly he reaches up and slips his fingers under the shoulders of Balthazar's jacket. Leaning back up he pushes the jacket off by running hands down his arms.

"It sounds like you want to occupy my whole day. That will cost you."