The touch of Jack's lips across his fingertips sends heat sinking through him.

"Maybe I just have to get you drunk more," he teases. Then he laughs. "Shit that sounds awful." He leans to kiss the corner of Jack's mouth like an apology.

Poison draws away again, finally finding a few things he likes. When Jack seems distracted, he picks out a couple collars - he kind of wants those to be a surprise, even if Jack voiced his desire for one.