"I can resist anything but temptation itself." - Oscar Wilde
"Danny, what's this?"
Daniel didn't even look up from his books. "It's a quotation, Jack. I'm sure you've heard of them."
Jack stared at said quotation, then asked, "Why is it on your chalkboard?"
"I happen to like Oscar Wilde," Daniel replied.
"I don't get it," Jack complained.
Daniel sighed, "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope." Jack was as chipper as Daniel had ever heard him. "Now, what's the quote mean?"
"Quotation," Daniel muttered under his breath, then louder, "It means he can't resist anything."
"How did you get that?" Jack asked, scratching his head.
Daniel looked exasperated. "I know you're smarter than this, Jack. Cut out the 'dumb flyboy' act."
Jack smiled blandly, earning himself another irritated sigh. The two locked eyes, annoyed blue to amused brown. Finally, Daniel rolled his eyes, and further explained, "Everything is a temptation, thus, he can resist nothing."
"Is this like one of those mathematical 'If it rains, then the ground is wet' proof-type things?" Jack asked suspiciously, though Daniel knew by the gleam in his eye that he was just asking to bug the hell out of Daniel.
"Why don't we go get lunch?" Daniel suggested. Jack brightened immediately, dismissing the quotation in favor of food.
"Sure," Jack agreed readily, and with a final scratch of his pen, Daniel stood and accompanied Jack to the commissary.