"Yes. We. Do." Jack grinned, teasing him with his tone. "And oh I'm sure you could be flexible, you just need the right person to bend you."

He winked at him as he took hold of the vine, and knotted it tightly around his waist, tugging to make sure it held.

"Same to you," he nodded back, "stay out of trouble." And he moved back to the edge, tested the rock with his foot, and sent himself over the edge.