Laughter, laughter was good and warm and pulled a similar cackle from the depths of his heart. Jack happy, jack warm and well and grinning made the world right again. Righter than he had felt since dying and waking. The accompanying response made him grin and lean in to brush his lips to Jack's in a surprisingly chaste expression of affection.

Normally there would be a pull lower, a throb of heat in his belly. But no. Nothing. Just warmth and that sentiment he does not wish to name. "When did you learn my voice so well, mm?"