About three things we were absolutely positive: first, Black Jack was an a-hole. Second, there was a part of us- and we didn’t know how potent that part might be- that thirsted for his face. And third, we were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
No really, it’s like that now. It’s like Edward levels of initial lust and curiosity and must-Google-ness for Tobias Menzies. We don’t really care the Black Jack is awesome and that Frank may or may not have been faithful to Claire… I mean, who doesn’t love the bad boy after all?
.See what we mean? Now bring on the Frank/Black Jack scenes, Starz!.