"Hardly. Can't bring yourself to kill me then, hmm? You do care," he said, hooting out a laugh. He offered a few more pecks to that glove, but he knew it was pointless so stopped.

So if Jack wasn't going to kill him and instead apparently take him for a joyride around the woods, what was the plan? He already was considering the possibilities, measuring each against what he knew of the man and what Jack was capable of. His taloned feet opened and closed as well, looking for opportunity. Waiting for answers before exploiting opportunity.

"Showing me the sights? How kind."