Well, that was... Not the best thing to open with, but as he doesn't want to know and he also doesn't want her to have an aneurysm, he places a hand on her head and mimes shushing with his finger. "Calm down. It's..." He screws up his face, reaching out with his Grace until he finds a specific year. "1918. Where's Jack when you need 'em?"

Granted, neither of them needed to be reminded that Jack is gone and he pushes past that thought. "It's an angel thing. We know everything. And I'm sure Jinx'll start hexing her way through the crowd any minute now."

You don't get de-lip-locked that badly and react well, after all. Especially not if you're Jinx.