[Something about the combo of a sock on the jaw, the rum, and whatever was congealing on the floor sent Jack just enough off balance that the pirate wasn't on his feet for long. He decided to just stay on the floor, for now, gingerly wiping blood from his mouth.]

You talkin' about the vampires, then? And can someone please hand me a cold bottle of something or other?

Now, out with it, Vash--prettiest girl you ever snogged?