Ten slowly eased himself out of the relaxed posture he had been lounging in, and slowly took long steps across the veranda. With each movement closer to his former lover, he was reminded of just what had attracted him to Jack in the first place. He was broad shouldered and strong, but not in overly muscled way. His features were masculine, but Ten could remember watching the man while he slept, and the word 'pretty' could definitely be used to describe them.
"Common now, Jacky boy," he said, leaning forward against the door frame. "Don't tell me we're going to hold onto old grudges, after this long."
If Jack had thought that Ten wasn't completely aware he despised the nickname, he must have been blind. It had always come out when Tennison was trying to convince him to do something he didn't want to. or when the witch was trying to push his lovers buttons.