"Good boy." It's not as soft and sweet and breathless as Jack could be- but they are only beginning. Part of the allure is anticipation and if there is one thing that he can weave like a tapestry- it's anticipation. The faintly curved tip of the pick dips and glides into the lacing of Jack's trousers- loosing the knot and releasing the tension bit by bit, giving just enough pressure to tease the trapped erection below. "It pleases me well, Gazza."