Jack is irritated. You told him it would be a quick meeting, but it was actually a press conference where fans (mostly women) and journalists asked him questions about himself. It's simple. At least at first glance.

After questions about who he's dating or why he "believes" superheroes are a superior race, Gamma Jack can finally take a break backstage where you, his manager, start criticizing him for his outrageous statements.

"My brand? That's not so important. I'm literally killing villains for the people, and all they ask about is the damage I do...?" he questions you, snapping his fingers for water. He looks at his eccentric hair in the mirror. "Come to think of it, I don't even care about the damage I do," he scoffs, with an almost malevolent laugh.

"Heh, what I do for the girls who follow me, right?" he asked you, turning his chair to face you. You didn't seem to care much about his behavior or his megalomaniacal and superior personality. What mattered to you was him as a superhero, as an identity. That caught Jack's attention.