fuck around and find out

JACK

"Does any part of me look worried 'bout it?" Jack asks around another sip of whiskey; he's not ignorant to their current and strange symbolism, and only in a place like a sex dungeon could it not feel tacky. Instead, the captain spreads his legs a little to welcome Flora into his lap, gazing down at her through hooded eyes that suggest he's still very much on a come down from the pleasure she'd previously dragged out of the both of them.

"When you say it like that it makes it sound like one of us has a fetish for couches," he points out - he's not saying which one, though. Instead, raising his eyebrows and falling predictably quiet to lift the conversations and thoughts from her mind, he hums a note of acceptance and sets his drink down on a small side table carved to look like coiling tentacles. "A'right, give me your best shot."

Perhaps if he'd been as new to digging around in people's minds as Flora is at trying to prevent it, her efforts would have preoccupied him for a lot longer. But although the captain's frown suggests that he has to concentrate, it only takes a few seconds for him to murmur, "Thirteen," against the side of her neck. "Try again. And think of a better song."

you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!