“Mmmm, yeah. I kinda’ do,” he retorts. (Worth it? Definitely worth it.) The punishment for failure to comply was definitely WAY worse than the act itself; in that regard, he was proud his young, impressionable self was just biting the bullet and handling the matter with some measure of dignity. However dignified one could be, crawling across the floor like that. Alternatively, some part of him was a little disappointed — and here he was with a clever penalty to exact upon young Jack, had he stubbornly refused to go along. Way to stifle his creativity, brat.
“Pet you !! Now, why d’you say that?” He wonders, light of tone and bright of eye — — the look he gets, right before he does something TRULY conniving. “Everyone knows, you can’t go an’ pet a wild animal before its been PROPERLY BROKEN.”
Jack clenches his teeth hard and absolutely glowers at the other man. Oh, now that was funny. Hi-fucking-larious. If he thought he could talk down at him just because he was ‘older and wiser’— boy did he have another thing comin’. Things that involved teeth– and lots of bleeding. He eyes the ring on the other man’s hand and works his jaw, debating whether or not it’d actually be worth it in the long run to take a finger (or two). Probably not. It’d still be funny though.
“Oh, yeah?” He sits back on his heels, momentarily forgetting that the dare was more or less over and he could stand up now. “And how ‘dyou plan on doing that, hm?” G-o-d, was he going to regret this later.
