The fingertips he had laid against her skin, soft skin he noticed, lingered at least a moment longer than necessary. Really, by all rules of propriety he should have removed his hand from her arm immediately, not kept touching her.
When Eve looked down at his hand, and then back up at him, and still he did not take his hand away. Perhaps it was the beginnings of the alcohol flickering around the edges of his mind, or maybe that was just an excuse, but it was another minute before he reluctantly pulled his hand away. Jack blinked brown eyes at the redhead he had asked along to the ball because she had been a fantastic person to spend the day with.
The moment broke and he too took another drink of his whiskey sour, going a little slower this time around. Then he nodded, before looking back at her with a grin at thinking of his home. "During the summer, yeah. But it snows in the winter."