Jack and Blake: Fanservice
"Things between us are not going badly. But things between them and others are strained, at best." Blake sighed and gave Jack a sidelong look when the banshee stretched. Was that really necessary? Did he need to work the cold out of his muscles or something? Or was he doing it so Blake would look? Blake couldn't be sure, but he glanced at Jack's face when he asked the follow-up question.
"Dragon poison," he said simply, hand on his thigh. "Mixture of poison, acid, and dragon magic that will never fully heal. Some have tried. Barclay, even, has tried. But it won't heal. It's not pretty to look at, though the skin has grown in around the bite mark." A major chunk of Blake's thigh muscle was now deformed due to the dragon attack, but it was hidden behind his pants.