Jack drops the knife he's got stashed in a make-shift sheath up his own sleeve into his palm and gives it a little twirl. It's not as well-balanced as he'd like, but it's better than nothing, especially when some point around here have magic and all. "Of course. Though pocketing the regular silverware won't get any of us much. We haven't been able to really leave the castle yet, and nobody's going to buy anything from the castle in the castle."