The brief moment that she yields into his touch isn't lost on him, and his other hand had lifted to nearly settle on the other side of her face and pull her even closer. But it's too soon when she places that hand against his chest and pushes a space between them, and it causes Jack to abruptly halt in his venture, his other hand still raised. He initially moves as if to touch her again, to act on that desire, then stops.
Not allowed.
The subtle, expectant part of his lips presses into a partly dispirited, partly ruminative smile. Her words throw into sharp relief, once more, the quite clearly distinct lines of separation between them -- that Capitolites shouldn't deign to mingle with Tributes. That's to be expected, he supposed.
Amusement finally tempers the look on his face, covering any of the need that Jack had to continue further, and the smile on his face widens. "Aye, that's about the measure of it, i'n'it." The pillowcase has found its way back into his open hand, the bag heavy in his grasp, and the pirate lifts the one bottle that hadn't yet made it in there. "What do you say? I wager it's about time to see how much, supposedly, this doesn't help, eh?"
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Not allowed.
The subtle, expectant part of his lips presses into a partly dispirited, partly ruminative smile. Her words throw into sharp relief, once more, the quite clearly distinct lines of separation between them -- that Capitolites shouldn't deign to mingle with Tributes. That's to be expected, he supposed.
Amusement finally tempers the look on his face, covering any of the need that Jack had to continue further, and the smile on his face widens. "Aye, that's about the measure of it, i'n'it." The pillowcase has found its way back into his open hand, the bag heavy in his grasp, and the pirate lifts the one bottle that hadn't yet made it in there. "What do you say? I wager it's about time to see how much, supposedly, this doesn't help, eh?"