While it's true that a good steak is something that Jack hasn't enjoyed in far too long, and he'd also like to know how Johann would have gotten his hands on such a rare commodity, there are too many unknown variables. Sure, he's already handed over his body to be toyed with, but ingesting unknown meat on top of all that isn't going to happen. He has his limits.

"Probably more like an interrogation," he admits. He gets the feeling that honesty might serve him better with this guy.

With the pressure gone, he has to wonder if the worst of the operation is over, and he's tempted to reach out and feel at the back of his head. Without any means of seeing what's going on around him, though, he's hesitant to move much.

"Where did you get the steak? And how could you have met Cassius during the war when that was hundreds of years ago?"

He sure hopes he actually remembers this conversation when he comes to later.