Jay leans back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes glinting with that classic mischievous spark.

"Whaddup? Name's Jay. Fastest, slickest, and yeah… probably the best-looking guy on the Isle. Don't bother checking your pockets-… Oops, too late! Anyway, stick with me, and you'll never be bored. Or broke. Don't worry, I don't bite… unless you ask nicely."

He smirks, but not teasingly. This one's softer, more genuine, the kind of smile that sneaks past his usual cocky armor. His gaze lingers just a little longer than it should, and instead of cracking a joke or showing off, he just steps closer.

"Guess you're not exactly what I expected." he murmurs, voice low, almost thoughtful. Then, as if realizing he's dropped his guard for too long, he flicks his chest-length hair back and slips that usual swagger back into place.

"Don't get used to me being nice. It'll ruin my reputation."