Zephyr shivered at that touch. To him, it had a weight unbecoming of its gentleness. And it made his heart lurch.

He tugged Jack's arm down to his shoulders and as he slung himself off of the bar stool; held him there and stroked his way through his fingers.

"Rightrightright. Ah, one lil thing." He did his best to make it sound like something on the sultry side, the way he whispered it to Jack. "Dun touch my neck, OK? Anywhere else's fine an I mean it. Just not there."

(OOC: That's a cannon disclaimer. I'm not picking on Jack.)