Jack snorts at the assumption, dropping the snowball and leaning on his staff. "American, actually." Seriously, he'd rather stand and talk than have a fight? That's a bit of a disappointment. Maybe this is why the others focus their attention on younger children.

Still, any believer is good, and that's why Jack leans in to take the boy's hand, with just a little bit of hesitation. He can't remember the last time he shook hands with someone like this. It must have been before he died - if he ever did at all. It's just then that he notices the boy's height. Honestly, he's more like North than a kid!

So he keeps the handshake brief, but grins as he pulls back. "So you like to ski? How do you feel about a race?" Not that Jack has skis, but he can always make himself an ice path to skate along. He just wants to play, okay?