Dooku can rest easy, Jack is one of the few out there without a neverending feud with Jesse, because trying to get Jack to have a feud with anyone is difficult when he couldn't even find the energy to hate those around him. In fact he actually doesn't mind what little he's seen of the kid. 'Kid'. Because really, anyone under the age of several centuries is in infancy as far as Jack's concerned.

"Not gonna be an ally, but for money I can be a temporary one." Which is all he really assumes Dooku wants anyway. Aligning himself with sides is just beyond his realm of giving a shit, but he'll take sides if there's cash or 'food' involved

And if the Count believed he was in for a chance of winning, his dreams are sadly going to be dashed by the seventy-something year old woman a few seats down from them shrieking out a shrill, "Bingo!" She's looking around, eyes wide with excitement, for congratulatory approval but Jack's doing his very best to stare at the scratches in the table before him.

"C'mon," he mutters to his company, jerking his head off towards a fire exit as he drags himself heavily to his feet and slinks off, hands in pockets, expecting Dooku to follow. It's either that or stay with the old lady who seems ready to celebrate with the nearest victim.