Reinette shifted slightly, to allow Jack more room within the bed. As she did so her expression reflected something like approval at the decisive nature of his tone.

"Guessing, Jack," she mused, noting the way his hand rested on her stomach. "I will remember that." It was strange, the slight feeling of his weight there. She might not even feel it if her corsets had been properly in place. Truthfully she might not be able to lie like this at all.

"You want me to agree, I think. I say that you are interesting. To perhaps even admit that always were."

Reinette fell silent but there was something there, still sitting warm on her tongue. More words, she expected. She shared them, her eyes making a study of Jack's ceiling.

"Very well Jack," she admitted. "You were always interesting. There was not a single moment you were not."