[SE] can't stop chasin' you

JACK

"I don't make threats, love. I make promises," Jack purrs in response, his back purposely to her as he continues to sift through and mix their dry ingredients, though she'll likely be able to sense his catlike smile without a need for telepathy or even to see his face. His hand lifts to allow the theft of the recipe card, and as she goes about making the cinnamon sugar - filling the kitchen with sweetness and spice as she does so - Flora isn't the only one suddenly boldly aware of the domestic nature of their morning.

"I don't think anyone could see this in any card," he admits. "Not you or I, or Alys. Maybe not even that nonna of yours." Moving onto the other ingredients and combining the butter, milk and yeast, he raises his eyebrows to her, noting the almost deliberate streak of sugar on her cheek. "If you mess it up, the worst that'll happen is they won't taste like cinnamon, or they'll be lumpy. And you're more likely to complain about that than I am."

Adding the ingredients together along with the crack of an egg, once they're appropriately mixed, Jack transfers the dough to the counter and kneads it with the sort of precise movements that might actually belong to a baker rather than the captain of a ship. "C'mere?" he asks her suddenly.

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!