[Nandor fixes a skeptical look on Jack, which melts easily into a shy, flattered smile and a confused laugh.]

That is very kind, thank you. [Nandor leans in a little as he says it, to be flirty. He recoils, Jack is radiating heat. He is extremely unpleasant to be close to.]

Perhaps we could be normal, human co-workers together. We could hang out in the breakroom together and "Shoot the Shit" or something.