Ahhh, and now Jack feels it. Jack sees it, what's underneath so much of this. His grip tightens, but changes a little, supportive now, an undercurrent to what was there before.

"If I need to stop you, then I'll be here to do that. But until then I'm not harming a hair on your head." His voice softens too, matches the tone in hers.

And then an almost warning. "Just trust me. I could."