The angel's eyes drifts over to where Jack was looking as bright and colourful as ever. Balthazar would have him no other way. Nodding whilst sipping his angel scotch, the angel offered his lover a glazed over expression as he watched for a good few moments.

"Yes, that's Jack. My Eye-Patch Fuck Puppy."

The nickname had been derived from a lot of things but mostly it was his roguish nature and his affinity with the Diamond Dogs. That and he was adorable. A rush of pride welled up inside of Balthazar thinking about Jack and all that he stood for.

"I am quite high at the moment. Either it's the coke in my drink or the empathy is getting to me."