you play the victim with your finger on the trigger

JACK

Jack doesn't so much as glance at Vesper as the boy works on getting out of his jacket and wrestles with the knowledge he's just set down before him like a dose of particularly sour medicine. They are similar enough in that respect that he doesn't have to, that he knows having someone witness it - even someone who already knows the truth - is often worse than the feeling itself. So instead he shrugs out of his own coat as they head into the belly of the bar, finding a quiet table near one of the portholes, draping it over the back of his chair and setting the leather bag neatly beneath it.

"Mm, the port was... somethin', when we headed up to Hak Etme." Jack's wry amusement isn't quite enough to explain, so he lowers a shutter against his mental walls to send Vesper the view of the place through his eyes, preying orchids and sassy pirates and all. "That was her thinkin'," he says of Vesper's explanation, holding up a hand to get the attention of a server for his usual and taking a seat. "An' mine too. Course, it also means I can pull strings if I need to."

Finally gazing across at Vesper, he raises his eyebrows. "Unless that doesn't sit well with you."

you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!