Zephyr's fingers flexed, the movement coasting up his skin where Jack brushed him and his wires glinted now.

Besides that he had him back. Enough that he wasn't just supposing from the echoes of the touch before, but he was plunged in that bittersweet evening song with all the heat in Jack's senses chasing his own. It made his hips twitch and his gaze turn half-lidded sweet.

"Right now? You. An lemme just say, you wanna lick my tats? Hmm, maybe that'd make it too easy, but I'd be inta that."