[Jack, trying to look down on him. He knows - knows - the fact that he's taller bothers Jack to no end. It's apparent, every time they speak face to face like this, with Jack always stretching and going to tippy-toes. So he chuckles again, before straightening to his full height, looking down his own nose at Jack, smug amusement plastered all over his face.]

From what I hear tell, Jack, you more than know of her. [But that's none of his never mind and he's fine without all the details there.] You and I, Jack, have a meetin' to attend. The Court's been called, we must honor the summons. All nine of us.

[And he pauses there a moment, to let it sink in.] You died without naming a successor, Jack. And so did I.