"Howdy," says Jack from around his cigarette, nodding a little to the gent by his side. He ain't exactly startled by the fella's appearance--ain't like Desire's ever dropped by for what you might call a surprise visit.

Hell, he's getting to feel downright comfortable with the golden-eyed gent, though there's an air of wistfulness (and that's just as usual) about his greeting. "A while, sure."

He don't ask what brings Desire to Shadow. Hell, what brings any of the Endless anywhere? It's too far above Jack's head to know, that's for damn sure.