Laughing when the boy is sent tumbling into the snow, Jack flies down a little closer, just to make sure that he's all right. They're a bit isolated up here, after all, and if he actually hurt himself so far from civilisation, Jack would have to help. But then the boy sat up, and Jack relaxed, putting his staff down in the snow and sitting on the top of him, watching. "So you're a thinker, eh?" He said, aloud. Well, he had to talk to someone, even if they rarely spoke back.

Chuckling at the snowball, he shook his head. "Missed me!" But it was enough to make him jump into the snow, bare feet barely leaving prints. He scoops up another snowball as he walks in closer, aiming at the back of his head again. At least this time he doesn't have to worry about him falling off his skis, since he's already on the ground. It's just a shame that there isn't anyone else to tease into this fight.