The spark seemed to ripple through him, even though it was a small one. He wondered if it made his already messy hair stand on end. He didn't really care if it did. Pain was sort of like a drug to him, he shouldn't enjoy it as much as he did. He knew it was dangerous and yet he kept playing with fire. The spark did nothing to slow him down. He leaned in to bite at her lower lip, though it wasn't much of a reprimand.
He liked her laugh. It was small and innocent, and didn't particularly suit her, but it was genuine. Everything about Elle was surprisingly dainty, she was a tiny little speck of a thing. Easily underestimated, but Jones was aware that the blonde could kill him with her power if she was so inclined. Perhaps that was what made her interesting.
The bright spark in her hand was rather hypnotic. "So that's a no to dinner, then," He murmured, a dark grin on his features. Well, he'd much rather have her anyway. He took the hand, pushing past the pain of the electric current running through his arm, and leaned in to kiss her again, but kept his momentum moving, pushing her backwards to lie on the couch with him on top of her. Slipping the cool metal of his hook under her shirt, he toyed with it against the plane of her stomach though, took care not to cut her. He wondered how angry she'd be if he ripped her shirt off of her.