As Jack starts rabbiting, Laszlo glances to the side. As someone who not infrequently fucks up and reveals something he wasn't supposed to, he immediately recognizes this sudden spike of logorrhea for what it is. That doesn't really help him understand what the hell Jack's talking about, but he is slowly starting to piece together that perhaps the general unease he's been feeling is for a reason.

"Right." He's just going to gloss over all that. Frankly, it sounds like more of a headache to unravel than it's worth. Instead, he points at himself.

"Laszlo Cravensworth."