Jack hid his inner smile as he watched the little dryad squirm a little as he came towards her. He knew that she was hiding something, something that was keeping her from getting too close to anyone, to letting anyone get close to her. She cared too much about the fact that he was pushing away from people to have it be a coincidence. After all, people tended to related the most to feelings that they could understand, and thus it was more likely that if someone had a set of data that was somewhat similar to something they had already experienced, then they immediately would presume that your situation was somewhat liken to their own. It was the nature of the way that the mind worked, and it made quite a bit of sense. It certainly fit the mold. Jack wasn't about to let himself fall into the same bias that she had, however, and think that she'd had an experience like his own.
All she needed to do was wriggle away, however, and he would have won. Would have made her blink, and then she would finally be out of his hair for good. He really believed that, in some sense. In another sense he had more than enough stubbornness to defeat her persistence, all he really had to do was to push her to that point at which she would finally give up. And with Jia, it was pretty easy to push her buttons, he really just had to push them in the right order, go straight for sex and then she would usually just back off. He smirked just slightly as he waited for her to finally prove him right on this one, to push away from him... of course, she could wind up kneeing him in the crotch too, which would certainly not make things pleasant.
Instead though, he heard her say that he was lying. An eyebrow shot skyward as he looked at her, and then felt her fingertips sliding across his cheek, warm, gentle, tender. It was the opposite of what he had wanted, some form of closeness with himself. He pulled back his head from them instinctively, lifting slightly as she spoke to him about goodness inside of him. There was nothing inside of him but anger, anger at the gods for ever having made him, the manipulative fucking bastards that they were. Anger about all of the pathetic weak little super powered beings all over the world that allowed themselves to be persecuted instead of standing up and just fucking murdering the people that stood in their way. Anger at Jia for not just giving it the fuck up.
And then she had to go and use his real name. Jack's eye twitched slightly as he shook his head at that and pulled himself up slightly. "Fuck this..." he muttered, starting to head for the door when he noticed Jia starting to scoot back so that she could intercept him. Growling he pushed her back down, this time grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the bed as he forced a rough kiss upon her lips, opening his mouth slightly, though he didn't try to push his tongue inside of her. She would feel him kiss down her chin and along her neck a little as he looked at her with his dark eyes, seeing the confusion there.
"Think I'm lying huh?" Jack said as he crossed her arms and grabbed both her wrists with one hand at the cross, lifting his head up to look at her face as his free hand reached down and roughly tugged her shirt up around her kneck, revealing her green bra here. He was strong enough that he could hold her down even if she struggled against him. This was most likely where it was, after all, it would explain her reluctance to make out with him topless if whatever she was afraid of was hidden just under her shirt. Maybe it was a birth mark, or she was insecure about her breasts... maybe she had surgery or something, but if she was going to pick apart his neurosis, he was going to make life hell for her in return.
With a fluid motion he tugged her bra up, revealing her breasts to him, looking down at her as he grabbed one of them roughly, puckering up the nipple a bit as his head came down as if he were going to suck on her nipple, looking into her eyes. "Still think I'm lying?" he said as he started to lower more. He wanted her to scream, to cry... to tell him to leave and never come back, and he was going to get it out of her this time.