she's the kinda song you could play over and over
It was likely as rare for Jack to see himself from so many angles as it was for Flora, though the Doubletake has no plans to waste the opportunity to let her eyes wander over him from so many simultaneous perspectives. Among his various features, the captain's hands and eyes had ever been near the top of the queen's list of his most attractive body parts, though she certainly wasn't averse to seeing him placed on a literal pedestal for her viewing pleasure.
"I'm sure we could make it so that didn't happen." The tailor suggests as he nods for Jack to place his arms back by his sides to measure for sleeves. "Something with a clasp, perhaps." He adds, glancing between the two to see what they think while in his own mind trying to decide whether or not the queen wanted such a garment for fun or actually for protection.
"Oh no," Flora gasps playfully, having not seen the clouds suddenly darkening Jack's gaze given the way her own was greedily fixed on the strong line of his shoulders and the muscles she could see beneath the tank top he wore. "If anyone was close enough to unzip me, they'd be close enough for my daggers to unzip them." She counters, taking another sip of her champagne. "I suppose I could just make it magically appear on me." Flora's eyes seek Jack's out in one of the mirrors, a cat-like smile playing on her lips. Which would mean no one, not even you could get it off of me.
"I'm sure we could make it so that didn't happen." The tailor suggests as he nods for Jack to place his arms back by his sides to measure for sleeves. "Something with a clasp, perhaps." He adds, glancing between the two to see what they think while in his own mind trying to decide whether or not the queen wanted such a garment for fun or actually for protection.
"Oh no," Flora gasps playfully, having not seen the clouds suddenly darkening Jack's gaze given the way her own was greedily fixed on the strong line of his shoulders and the muscles she could see beneath the tank top he wore. "If anyone was close enough to unzip me, they'd be close enough for my daggers to unzip them." She counters, taking another sip of her champagne. "I suppose I could just make it magically appear on me." Flora's eyes seek Jack's out in one of the mirrors, a cat-like smile playing on her lips. Which would mean no one, not even you could get it off of me.
