[His hands tightened on his goblet, and for a long while, Jack said nothing. The Marquis was right; he could appreciate how far the other man had come. He'd never have expected something like that. Jack shifted, raising his glass, but failing to drink, before eventually lowering it again.]

I don't remember that. But he spent a year torturing me. I don't...I don't think I'd have been too responsive to anyone brushing that off. It's not something I'd bring up with acquaintances. [Which said to him that the Marquis had been important to him at some point, even if he couldn't remember.]