Swallowing instinctively when her hand wrapped around his throat, his smirk never faltered. Lust, a true creature before him; one he both hated with a passion and couldn't deny. She was the reason for his killings to begin with and his obsession over the succubi, Agrat. Jack could feel her power running through his veins setting them on fire. The true danger was not from if he could take it or not, but from what he would do with so much crawling to be set free.
His heart beat a mile a minute and his breathing deepened. She was fun. Twisting out of her touch, he growled. His knife leaving her side as he tried to stop the feelings she created. "You should be careful with that power of yours," he growled again. "I'm not like your typical scum that pass through... do you really want to know the extent of my desires."
The fog around them swelled over itself like waves on the ocean; waves high enough to block the sight from the street. Jack couldn't stop the want for her, want to feel her flesh, or the need to watch her blood spill from her body. It took every ounce of will to not just throw her against the wall again and stab her through the stomach just to feel it. He would gladly give in, but he preferred the game to last a bit longer.