Jack whirls on him.

"William, tell me something." He cocks his head to one side, setting the beads in his hair clattering against each other.

It sounds like the dry rattle of bones.

"Have you come because you need my help to save a certain distressing damsel--"

He corrects himself, flicking his fingers in the air to wave the mistake away.

"Er, rather-- damsel in distress? Either one?"

Jack looks quizzically at Will, waiting for an answer.