[ Maybe he is planning on finishing the game, he just changed the rules of it. This is more fun in any case, especially with all the heat and breath and scent coming off Jack like a punch to the gut. He's always been mesmerized by that, the scent especially, wrecking havoc on his heightened senses and leaving him hopelessly enthralled. He situates himself on top of Jack, straddling a thigh in some subconscious effort to keep this on equal playing grounds. Not taking, not being taken — not yet.
Pulling back a little, he wrestles out of his coat, freeing himself for whatever this will turn out to be. ]