the persistent muse strikes again

[ecumenically]

I ought to be flattered, love, to be dragged out by me ankles again in the midst of your usual delirium -- congenial company notwithstanding,

[Jack amends, smile wry,] --but I have the faintest of inklings that you're being somewhat presumptuous in your assumption that I will be entirely agreeable regarding the, ah...endeavour.

[Which is to say, he doesn't especially want to cooperate.]