"Such hurtful words, mum." The change between wanting to play and being angry confused him. She didn't like the sight of blood? Or didn't like the sight of her own blood. It was barely a scratch in his mind, something that would heal within a day. Jack could have cut deeper, cut until he saw the white of her bone. Another rush of desire filed through him.
"You can't recover your body quickly? Pity, that would have made you all the more fun. I suppose some children inherit their own skills." Jack let the fog calm down, though thin clouds danced about their feet. He leaned against the wall across from her, smiling. He wished she had wanted to play his kind of game. Maybe next time he sought out his mummy she'd be ready for him.
"You'd be surprised how resilient I am." He gestured with a shrug. "As resilient as I'm sure you could be if you tried. I mean Lust could never truly be killed, it resides in all humans, many in this modern era revel in it. Just look at Las Vegas." He scoffed, laughing mockingly. "I mean I adore my mother, that should give you power, shouldn't it? Or I could kiss it and make it better."