Something about hearing Paislee say that made him falter. He feels a tug in his chest as that darkness stirs. "I don't think there's such a thing as being... too good," he says, though his hands go to her waist, pulling her closer. "But I do... I understand, how that can feel. To maybe grow tired of it all, of being... good." Jack brushes a lock of hair out of her face, twirling it around his finger. "But if you want to be... well, if you want a break from that--from being too good-- allow me to indulge you." He kisses her, which isn't a first, but it feels good. It always feels good. But this time there's that ache as he holds back that growing presence of the true demon he was inside that wants to deepen the kiss, that wants to pin her to the wall. That wants... her. If she feels as though she's been too good of a girl, too well behaved, he wanted to do whatever he could to rectify those feelings while still making her feel as good as he could.