Jack let out a somewhat frustrated breath. Oh yes he knew what had been said, but that didn't mean he ever followed what he himself agreed to.

He watched her, and then when her hand moved he watched that. His eyes fell to her fingers and followed as they moved over skin and fabric and skin once again. He let out a shaky breath as she did it. There was awareness there, and a little more than that. Something inside, not quite definable.

"But sitting and waiting for it to happen doesn't help it along," he pressed. "There's only one person who can do it and that's me. And I have to."