Jack wrinkled his nose at that and put a hand to it, "Twisting the nose of temptation, darling?" He shook his head a bit and shifted a little, "Alright. I should start making dinner, Jules, and you...should...look fabulous. And you're done! No fair, head start!" He kissed the man quickly then huffed out a breath, "Right. Dinner. I need to get to it." Not that he was moving yet.