you play the victim with your finger on the trigger

JACK

"She won't bite unless you ask polite, y'know," Jack says offhandedly, and though he purposely doesn't glance over his shoulder towards where Vesper's gaze drifts to the dark shape of The Ark, it doesn't take much to notice how all of their meetings as of late have taken place on the dock rather than the deck. "I get it," he adds, just in case the young demigod thinks him ignorant of what The Ark is, particularly to those with their skillset. "Offer's still open if you need it."

Letting his attention drift back to the matter of the Oerwould with a brief twist of his lips, Jack exhales the sort of sigh that has long accepted trouble encroaching in all the places it doesn't belong. There had been a time when he'd balked against it, and fiercely so, but since the war that ripped half of Torchline into the sky and brought the Kingmaker to her shores, he's had to become a little more accommodating of the impossible.

"I'll keep my ear to the ground in case those rumours get further afield," he says. "If they do, might be worth askin' someone a little more celestial about it."

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!