Desire just laughs as Jack takes off like his ass is on fire, quiet at first but practically falling over with a belly-laugh as Jack's vanished into the house.

"Shit, Jack," Desire says, wiping hisherits golden eyes and slipping between the rails to stomp out the lit cigarette smoldering away.

"Good luck, m'friend."

And as quickly as Desire was there, Desire's gone.