To hear the desire in Norrington's voice invigors him. To see a blush -- he made the Scourge of Piracy blush! -- is almost too rich. It gives Jack the feeling of being the one in control again, the one with ability to do the pushing and not risk himself breaking in the Commodore's stead. And he plans to push all he can. Now that he has permission and all.

Shifting in his seat, under the guise of being more out of sorts by Norrington's statement than he feels, Jack raises another segment of the orange to his lips, letting his hover there innocently. Brushes just the barest hint of the flesh against his mouth before taking it it and swallowing it quickly. Lifts his chin a bit to draw attention to his neck as his Adam's apple bobs.

That leaves him with one segment left. He studies it for a moment, before offering it out to Norrington, one eyebrow rising in a suggestion that the Commodore doesn't use his hands to accept it.

"And how should I go about this persuading, my very good Commdore?" Jack asks in a husky murmur, eyes darkening with clear intention. "Seems to me that a man as... commanding as you would be requiring more forms of persuasiveness than we could really be doing in these two chairs." The smile he wears is a little better than a leer.