"Two hundred fifty credits coming in from Tony Stark! Now, don't let that put you off bidding simply because he's a Special. We get to see each other all the time! We hardly ever get to spend time with you. Though Mister Stark does clearly have fabulous taste. You know what they say about redheads." He lets the moment drag out just long enough for the crowd to wonder if he means something filthy and inappropriate. "Firey!" Jack runs his knuckles against one errant curl of Lydia's hair, tucking it gently away, then makes a show of blowing on his fingers like he's just been burned.