Jack walks in and closes the door behind him, smiling just a little at the invitation. When he sits, he bends to press a kiss to her hair. It's comforting to see her here and at ease, after his walk back from Eliot's in the light of the electric streetlamps.

He leans down, humming an affirmative while he pulls off his boots one by one. Nice isn't really how he'd describe the whole evening. Certainly it had been nice, but altogether it feels more difficult to parse. He'd enjoyed his time there, but it had unbalanced him in ways that he's not entirely sure how to explain.

"He told me how he became high king." He sighs and leans back heavily into the couch, his shoulder pressed to hers and a thoughtful expression on his face. "They sought out a monster- a thing that the former king had become, but they were outmatched. They fought with...magic, and..." he huffs a breath that's an approximation of a laugh, feeling ridiculous for even repeating the facts. He knows that they'll feel as strange to Anne as they did to him.

"They had demon servants that had been placed within them, and once released they fought and died, which was little help. A friend of his sacrificed herself to kill the monster, his other friend was injured, dying, and Eliot carried him to safety. For that, I suppose, he was made king."

"It seems outlandish, but you know...I believe him." He thinks of leaning forward and meeting Eliot's eyes as he brushed tears from his face. He's going to continue worrying for a while, about how little Eliot seemed to understand his own strength and nobility. "I think he sees it as a failure, but it seems to me like he did the most noble thing available to do."

He looks back at her and smiles wryly. "He liked the cake."