"They're always like that," she says, sipping her drink, "when there's a moon over Bourbon Street."

On the other side of the bar, Jack grins to himself... then winces. "You've gone and got that song stuck in my head, Bianca."

There's an unrepentant grin for Jack.

"I don't know, Jason," she says, smirking. "You might like the wolves. I hear they're pretty good in bed, if you can catch one's eye."