"Ummmm..." Jack's brain stuttered to a halt at the thought of explaining what he'd meant to a very small person.

"Well," he said slowly. "People might be so distracted by how pretty you were that they wouldn't pay attention to what you were doing. Or they might want to do things to make you happy. You could use that to do spy stuff. Maybe."

Brain? Broken. "Not until you're much older," he said weakly. "Maybe we could do something else until then?"

Since that could be any time between now and who the hell knew, Jack hesitated. But the pout was his downfall. "If you still want me to," he finally said. "I promise I'll teach you."

And Jack had to hug her back, laughing just a little. "Maybe not six. How about when you're as tall as my nose? I think that might be big enough."

Maybe she was his daughter. "How big a box?"

"I have no idea what that is, but if it's," he did some quick calculations, "not taller than my knees, I think we've got a deal." He grinned at her. "I think you're a lot like your daddy."

Boggling a bit, he hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. "Well, we'll see what we can do."