"Anderon." Christine said, pretty amazed. "Now that I know. God you must be completely loaded. I mean... just swimming in wealth you don't know what to do with." She smiled.

Jack chuckled and nodded, blowing smoke out between his lips slowly. "That's the usual draw the girls fall for."

Christine nodded and took a long drag on her cigarette. "So you offer them chocolate, give them booze and then show them your wealth with your lighter." She shook her head with a chuckle. "I have to hand it to you Jack you've got your method down pat." She smiled.

"Hey the chocolate was improv," Jack protested, grinning at her. "You just look.. tiny and a little too white."

Christine shook her head with a smile. "You're a natural at thinking on your feet I see." She said. "I'm fine though, really. This helps." She said holding out her cigarette. She let the smoke just drift out of her mouth.

Jack smiled and nodded. "Well good," he said. He tapped ash off the end of his cigarette, looking around. He narrowed his eyes after a moment, thinking her spotted something, but not sure.

"So tell me Jack." Christine said. "How's a rich boy like you come to be all the way here and now sitting in a park with some chick?"

Jack smiled. "Hiding," he answered, holding up one finger next to his cigarette. "Don't tell anyone."

Christine bit her lips and shook her head. "Oh..." She said in a joking whisper. "And what may I ask are you hiding from?"

"You know all those stories about royalty?" Jack grinned, whispering too. "With the handlers? Babysitters? Yeah my father really likes those..."

Christine nodded. "So you're hiding from you babysitter. How cute." She smiled and inhaled on her cigarette. "You think you sitter's gonna find you?"

Jack sighed. "He always does," he said. "Eventually. Damn. I mean... I'm twenty-six. Don't you think I've outgrown such things?"

Christine shrugged. "I outgrew a sitter when I was ten." She said. "But then again I'm no daughter to a wealthy duke. Me getting into trouble was expected." She smiled. "What do you think he'll if he finds you smoking with a common girl."

"Umm... yay?" Jack grinned. "He's found me in worse places. Plus you're very pretty. He'll try to steal you away. Don't fall for it. He's gross."

"Oh so he's one of those guys." Christine nodded. "Perhaps you are the bait and he is the hunter. You lure pretty girls to you and then he just steals them." She chuckled.