It's dinnertime in the rooms of one mister Augustus Sinclair, Esq. for five growing puppies. They used to leap over each other excitedly whenever dinner came, but they've long since learned patiently sitting and waiting for their rather large caretaker to feed them all individually receives the same results with less chastising, and so they sit, and they wait, staring and excitedly wagging their tails. Sinclair sets each of the bowls in front of each matching pup and backs away, smirking and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, go on, then," he murmurs, and turns away to light a cigarette as the dogs begin to eat, quietly but happily. A peaceful pack is a happy pack, he muses, slipping the pack of cigarettes and lighter back into his pocket.

There's a knock at the door and Sinclair glances at it over his shoulder. It's been a long time since he's had a visitor, preferring to keep to himself as is, and he stretches slightly and glances over at his monitors. Jack. Huh. He looks dead beat.

Swinging the door open, he smiles easily at Jack, raising an eyebrow. "Well, hell, son, it's been a while since I've seen you," he says, and opens the door wider to allow Jack entrance. "What's been keepin' you, lately?"