Jack casts a look over in the direction that Swann gestures, and his brow draws a tick downwards. He's seen them before, of course, standing all around the Suites with their endlessly unnerving silence, their hands tucked together and head respectfully lowered. Something about their presence doesn't sit entirely too well with him, and Jack slips his gaze back to Swann.

"Servants. Yes. Right then." A considering pause, and Jack lifts a finger like he has a much better idea. "Or. P'rhaps, instead, luv, I could do the washing meself. It wouldn't be a bother to me at all." Easier to keep track of his hat with that, of course, and this way the Capitol servants wouldn't have to be involved.

A smile flashes onto his face when she moves onto the beads, and the pirate taps a couple fingers to his hat in acknowledgement. "And I can promise it." It wouldn't be too much of a stretch for him to incorporate them, if it was that important to her. As for her last question?

"Haven't found the means to since I've arrived." Of course, he also hadn't actively sought out a way to, either. There were much more important things to do, like frequent the Central Commons bar.