Jack was lost in his own thought, his own analysis of the situation, that for a moment he did not realize that he was being spoken to. In that instance, he had forgotten that there might be other people with which me might be expected to converse.
Oh, yeah. he thought. Stupid of me.
"Dueling? Me? Oh no, I'm just the gardener." he said, voice thick with snark. He was, however, careful to keep any venom from his voice, a lesson that he had learned from speaking with Fubuki.
Reaching into his coat, he pulled his deck from within and placed it on the table in front of him as if to prove a point.
At that point, he noticed the intensity with which she stared at him.
What exactly does this girl think she wants?
"I know I'm pretty, darling, but there's no need to gawk. Call me Jack."