"Ah, but really I'm thinking of your head in this instance," Jack murmurs. "One particular part of it, in fact."

His eyes drop down to blatantly trace the line of Norrington's lips, then follows the rest of his body down to his boots and back up until he can see into Norrington's hooded eyes. Leaning a bit closer, he places one arm as a brace on the tree, hovering right in front of Norrington without touching him.

It's odd that he never realised how much taller Norrington is than him, though it isn't by all that much. Perfect height, in fact, to almost whisper right into his ear.

"Not everyone's allowed to see such things. Man's got to keep some of his secrets, after all."

Jack delicately begins to play with one of the buttons on Norrington's coat, twisting the material in between his fingers. "What'd you say to that, eh, James?" He just about purrs his name, hoping it will bring back images of the last time he said it.

And get them completely away from what they were just talking about.