i want to taste you again
Awoken his appetites, piqued his interest, or simply made him keen to ensure that whoever had gotten into his cabin didn't get a second opportunity? Jack's reasoning is complex. His eyebrows raise as she speaks; by the look of her, she's barely into womanhood, and yet here she is commanding herself like a would-be client of his. Like someone who has authority - potentially authority over him. A wolfish smile tugs at the corners of his lips, like he finds it amusing.
"Skill and knowledge shouldn't be an issue," he drawls, reaching into the inside pocket of his waistcoat to draw out a cigarette and a matchbook; for the uninitiated, the smuggler is definitely relaxing if he's smoking. All this takes place as she stands before him - the striking of the match, the way the cigarette is placed between his lips, the first drawing on it. He exhales into the air, offering it out to her for a drag.
She glides over her presence on his ship, which is either very smart or very dumb, and they'll figure out which in due course. "I had considered as much," he says. "What kind of disappearance are we talkin' about here? Does Iris Acquarone have a preference for being alive? I remind you that I'm a smuggler, not a mercenary."
"Skill and knowledge shouldn't be an issue," he drawls, reaching into the inside pocket of his waistcoat to draw out a cigarette and a matchbook; for the uninitiated, the smuggler is definitely relaxing if he's smoking. All this takes place as she stands before him - the striking of the match, the way the cigarette is placed between his lips, the first drawing on it. He exhales into the air, offering it out to her for a drag.
She glides over her presence on his ship, which is either very smart or very dumb, and they'll figure out which in due course. "I had considered as much," he says. "What kind of disappearance are we talkin' about here? Does Iris Acquarone have a preference for being alive? I remind you that I'm a smuggler, not a mercenary."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
