With all that hair, Jackson's gotten that whole, you're a werewolf, aren't you, more than he'd like to admit. But the Captain wouldn't be who he is without his anachronistic facial hair, for reasons neither hipster nor immortal. However, to explain how you were raised in a crazy isolated coven stuck in the 19th century by choice? Not a good icebreaker, not even for a conversation with a woman who can shoot ice out of her fingers. Of course, Jackson can't read her mind, and is thus deaf to her ponderings.

What he isn't deaf to is that cough. Couple that with her too courteous offer an ashtray, and the unconscious facial twitch that accompanies any reaction to a bad smell, Jackson gets her subtext.

"If you want me to put out my cigarette, just say it."