"Sebastien," Jack said, and there was something of the boy about him again. "Of course. Did you think my opinion about leaving you would change so suddenly? I just --"

He stopped there, both because he couldn't think what he was just and because Sebastien was very distracting.

"You were with Starkad."

And not trading knitting tips, to go by the smell of things. Jack wondered how Sebastien had refrained from expressing his disgust when he had started coming home smelling like other people.

Practice, no doubt.