[He's taking a sip of his juice when Jack speaks, so he's saved face by the glass in front of his mouth, though his eyebrows probably give it away. He really shouldn't be surprised that this kind of talk is happening now - they just fucked not even two hours ago. It doesn't help that his eyes were following the leg slipping into the toga line that he can see.]
Well I guess I can if I have room for dessert...
[He takes a bite of his tomato and toast before he can say anymore or fuck up, mentally chiding himself. Still, his good foot reaches for Jack's calf, trailing his toes up along the slim muscle as he innocently eats his breakfast.]
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Well I guess I can if I have room for dessert...
[He takes a bite of his tomato and toast before he can say anymore or fuck up, mentally chiding himself. Still, his good foot reaches for Jack's calf, trailing his toes up along the slim muscle as he innocently eats his breakfast.]