Bryn | Jacob | Edward
The liked the sound of 'our lady' very much. Probably more than she should, because there was a little flip flop in her stomach when he brought her hand up to kiss the back of it. She had once thought herself impervious to charm, and perhaps she had been, and John Constantine simply broke that wall down. Because she was all but putty in either man's wake when they decided to turn it on her. And she wasn't sure Jacob knew how to turn it off. Not that she wanted to.
Bryn didn't want to move her hand away, after Jacob had kissed it, she turned it so that she could gently caress the stubble along his jaw. "Now now. I didn't say I wouldn't watch. The question is do I watch from the top, or the bottom?" Because if she were there to watch, she could possibly help if something went awry. "But... Other ways," One of her sculpted brows gave a slight wiggle, "of entertainment does intrigue me."