"Surprise!" Jack said, throwing his hands into the air before flopping down on an armchair that might not have been there a few seconds ago. He kicks his legs up and sprawls, leaning back and watching 9S carefully.

"You planning on staying long?" Jack asks, buffing his nails on his shirt. "Because I don't cook, clean or entertain. That'll be your job and I am a very discerning person so you better make it good."