Maybe you shouldn't leave your stuff just lying around then, huh pumpkin?

[He releases her knuckle, and also takes the time to pull apart the constriction around her wrist, letting the raw, bloody skin take in the cool flow of air. The whip is dropped to the desk without ceremony, splattering a bit of red across the once pristine glass surface.]

I see something I want, and I take it. You should know how it goes by now.

[And to accent his point, he leans in on her again, moving her hand down to the hem of his pants. Because that's where he wants her hands right now, blood or no blood. This time, it'll be Jack that initiates the kiss, open mouthed and hungry.]