[ Luckily, just because of how Jack sees Rhys, there's nothing he finds particularly strange about his reaction here. That flush is visible, even though Rhys turns to hide it, and Jack cracks more of a mischevious smile. What is it about the people that work for him where they get that flattered over his praise? I mean, sure, he kinda punches people in the face so often that this is rare, but still. That kind of blush? Damn.

He's planning on teasing at that, but Rhys ends up giving him more interesting ammunition. He raises a finger and wags it, and his tone has the sort of playful chiding like a father telling their kid "no." ]

Ah ah ah, not your Jack, kiddo. I don't belong to anyone, not even you.

[ Yet it's clear that he's not being completely serious with this point, if only because of that "not even." He raises his glass and takes a drink before he continues. ]

But, nah, that's- Y'know, I'm serious, it's good to hear. Was kinda worried you might not have the balls to be at the top, but, hey, in this case? Glad to be proven wrong. When we get back... [ Jack trails off with an almost whimsical tone, pausing as he sighs. ] You and me, kid. It's gonna be friggin' sweet.