"There you go," he coos. He turns to face Jack, his free hand lifting to cup his face. "Good boy."

Poison pats Jack's cheek, a much lighter version of similar touches shared in private. He pulls Jack off the sidewalk, into the nearest alley. It's one that goes all the way through, and Poison takes a few twists and turns before he finds them a secluded little dead end. He leans back into a brick wall and pulls Jack to him.

"Y'know, I made an awful lot of effort to be cute today."