Jack pouted an impressive pout of his own at her words, turning full on sad puppy to go along with her act. “I feel faint,” he said, playfully buckling his knees just a bit, just enough to get a better grip on her and lift her back up onto the counter, sliding closer to her there.
“I refuse to admit anything of the sort because I think you’re perfect,” he responded, shrugging. “But if you want to call it flattery, I certainly hope I’m getting somewhere good.”
One of his goals, of course, was to warm Elsa up from her chill. However, he never was opposed to having an opportunity to shower her in kisses. “Very important details.”