Well, at least he's being honest... to a degree. He easily admits to his lack of dedication and passion toward Daybreak, but his offer to help has unspoken contingencies.

"Friends, I have." Jackson's lip tightens, as he thinks on said friends. Scoundrels and gamblers, humans and fae, and even Midnight witches. He lacks proper witches in his life, hence why he's making an effort to ally himself with Norrell in the first place. But the older witch doesn't need to know that. "I'll ask around. Got some fellow yanks that might be able to throw in a few spells."

He gives a smile, disingenuous and a touch slimy.

"As for myself, I ain't one for fighting--" More lies. "But I'll do what I can."