Jack continued to watch. His eyes were slightly lidded, slightly veiled, and he scanned them up and down the Doctor's form before bringing them again to rest his gaze on his eyes. His eyes, yes, for a moment, but then it fell a little, his lips instead, and he licked his own as though it were an absent gesture.
But it wasn't.
"Good question," he said, eyes again shifting, falling on the skin at the curve of the Doctor's neck, his gaze obvious, and obviously for him to see.
He left a pause while he looked, as though he were utterly distracted by it, utterly enthralled. And then to his eyes again.
"You tell me," he said, "you're the genius here. And really, why limit yourself to just the one?"
He reached his hand forward then, took the Doctor's tie between his index and middle finger and stroked them down the length of it. "And which would you like to be, Doctor?" he asked, and his voice dropped slightly again.
"The variable?" a lower whisper, and he leaned almost imperceptibly closer, feet and body not moving. "Or the control."
His fingers reached the base of the Doctor's tie and he left them there just a moment before withdrawing his hand and moving his head to whisper in the Doctor's ear. "Personally I've always thought you pretty good at that."
He hadn't, of course, truly answered anything the Doctor had asked, but the intention was for that not to be noticed. He left the ball in the Doctor's court, to allow him to follow his urges and not question them.
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But it wasn't.
"Good question," he said, eyes again shifting, falling on the skin at the curve of the Doctor's neck, his gaze obvious, and obviously for him to see.
He left a pause while he looked, as though he were utterly distracted by it, utterly enthralled. And then to his eyes again.
"You tell me," he said, "you're the genius here. And really, why limit yourself to just the one?"
He reached his hand forward then, took the Doctor's tie between his index and middle finger and stroked them down the length of it. "And which would you like to be, Doctor?" he asked, and his voice dropped slightly again.
"The variable?" a lower whisper, and he leaned almost imperceptibly closer, feet and body not moving. "Or the control."
His fingers reached the base of the Doctor's tie and he left them there just a moment before withdrawing his hand and moving his head to whisper in the Doctor's ear. "Personally I've always thought you pretty good at that."
He hadn't, of course, truly answered anything the Doctor had asked, but the intention was for that not to be noticed. He left the ball in the Doctor's court, to allow him to follow his urges and not question them.