[Training] twice, just to be sure

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

He does know and he does care, though not nearly for the reasons Flora might make up expect. Hissing in a breath through his teeth as she sinks down onto him, it's only as her fingers release him that he lets himself twine properly with her thoughts. Her expression resembles, now, that familiar, stretching, wondrous kind of pain that comes with wanting to scratch an itch you can't quite get at, and he's pretty certain he can help.

"You're so fucking tight," he growls, his lips lingering just next to her ear, even as his hips start to move. Every spark of pleasure and pain is enough to rile him up such that it's a balancing act, for the first time in a long time, between letting Flora figure out her own ecstasy without fully giving in to his own, and later, Jack won't be able to figure out if he enjoyed the torture or not.