Jack paused in work briefly to inspect the cut on the bottom of her foot. It was bleeding heavily, and he didn't want Dinah passing out before he had a good chance to have fun with her. But it looked like he'd missed any major veins, so that was good. He continued to work at the toenail and put it down on her leg when he'd gotten it out.
"Fuck me?" Jack asked, thoughtfully, moving onto the next toe. He wondered if it would hurt more or less because it was smaller. "I don't really think that you mean that, birdy. But wouldn't it be interesting? No. That's not really my style. Unless you're actually offering. If you're willing, that's a different story."
Frowning, he turned toward the sound of the voice, a little confused.
"Are you really half in that table?" The bloody knife pointed in the direction of where the girl was standing. He seemed nonplussed about the threat or the girl or what she was doing. "Are you a ghost?"
A smile curved his lips. "Do ghosts bleed? Can we find out?"