Jack was not in a very talkative mood. He had had enough of that when he went in to get his credentials at the police station. Not that Jack was ever super talkative, maybe when he was dealing his way out of something, but otherwise, the tall dark and charming man kept his words to a minimum to keep from incriminating himself in all the things he teased about.
"So am I," he whispered, as his lips found her neck again, fangs scraping over the healed bite. Letting Andre bleed out, he continued to leave bloody hickies down Rebekah's throat. Jack was a planner, liking to think things through, but at the same time he was a man of ever changing whims when it came to his various lusts. Killing had to be planned out, either before or immediately following the death, but other things, like his thirst or sexual appetite were on a more fluid foundation.
Rough hands, of a man who used them often, slid down her soft sides to the short hem of her dress. Grasping at the bare back of her thigh, he pulled her hips toward him. Steven was there to watch, until they decided to otherwise drink from him. "I do enjoy having my dessert with my dinner." His voice was low with a hint of a growl, dark eyes playfully tracing her face.