Jack agreed that she didn't smell pleasant, but it was better sweat than liberal amounts of perfume. He does, however, make a show of leaning in to sniff her hair. And then he lies about it.

"I think you smell great." He continue to guide her hands into a series of blows that would kill most men if they were actually made out of flesh and bone and they were using a real weapon. But he was only half paying attention to the lesson. "You're a woman alive."