Charles' expression fell, just slightly, but perhaps not for the reason Jack was expecting. This felt off, and not just because the man standing beside him gave off nothing that he could read. This wasn't a pick up, but it was very much on the far side of becoming awkward. So maybe it wouldn't have been such a surprise that mentally, he reached out and sent a mental message to his sister, showing her an image of the man standing with him.

Not such a surprise either that Raven sighed and told him that he would be an idiot to even think about going. What if this guy was a murderer, or a psychopath, or crazy? What if it was a set up to get robbed or worse? He couldn't exactly disagree with her...

But just as Jack predicted, his curiosity was running higher than his good sense, so he took the napkin and folded it with a flick of fingers, tucking the napkin away after glancing over the address. Then his eyes lifted and he gave a flash of that normally bright smile that always won people over. "I'll see you tomorrow night, but I can't promise anything about having my knickers on." If Jack was going to play it up, so would he.