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Jack doesn't say anything for a moment. He just sits, thinking about it. He doesn't care if he knows. Not really. But at the same time, Harold was a far more powerful demon. Thankfully he didn't have the station he once had in the Underworld, and thankfully Jack hadn't really been there since he was a really young child, and it was only briefly. So this shouldn't worry him, but in a way... there's just a tiny bit of anxiety that builds. "Has he said anything to you about it?" Jack asks. "Or has he done anything?" No, that's not what he needs to say right now. He lets out a small sigh and takes her hand. "I don't care if he knows, Paislee, unless it means more trouble for you. I don't want him treating you poorly anymore, especially not because of me."

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.