am I stitching up seams, or pulling on triggers?

JACK

"Mm, you're right," Jack admits freely; perhaps one of the only things he'd agree so readily about, in truth. "I wouldn't." Torchline runs in his blood and no other place has ever come close; he knows her like he knows his own ship, right down to the flavours of the city depending on the season and the day of the week. There are few other places that Jack can claim to feel so comfortable.

This had been another one of them, though, once upon a time, and as Flora's thoughts whirl towards closing the distance between them further, his eyes flick towards the cupid's bow of her lips for a moment. "Oh, prob'ly. Or I'd have told you it was a terrible idea an' come up with some crooked way 'round it. Not that I could ever guarantee you'd take good advice when it hands itself to you." He smirks.

Groaning, the rooms shuffling around in her house all too reminiscent of the aforementioned Greatwood, Jack throws his free hand over his eyes. "An' here I thought comin' to visit you in your pretty beach mansion was bein' nice to you."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!