Jack played along. She definitely had strength on her side, and the shoving into the alley played out just as he had wanted. Dark alleys with a low mist to make them that much harder to see down felt like his true home. He didn't respond to her until she finished. Of all people, Jack only saw pain as pleasure, that fine line didn't exist in his world, there was only both or none. So as the pleasure crept through his system slowly turning into pain, his polite smile turned into a wicked one. He had picked correctly for the night if she had such power in her finger tips.
"I've heard that before, love, but I've proven them wrong." He grabbed her hand from under his chin and shoved her back against the alley wall. Removing a small razor sharp knife hidden behind his belt, Jack palmed it so she wouldn't yet react to it. He needed her to feel the blade first. "I only have one question, may I ask your name?" His voice was polite still, darkened by being in his favourite setting. Taking a step to close the gap he created between then, Jack let his let the cool blade of his knife trail down her side cutting into the fabric of her clothes.