Norrington rambling on about nothing at all, with logic so twisted Jack could wear it in his hair, forces a chuckle from him. Jack pauses in his ministations to cast his eyes up, lips twitching in amusement.

"Now you've got it, mate. Well on your way to being a proper pirate."

He grazes his teeth once more over Norrington's collar bone. His fingers work at tugging the shirt free of his breeches, so Jack can touch warm, slightly sweaty skin. He curves his body around Norrington's side, arcing against him to keep friction as he manuvers. Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to slide down until his knees touch the ground.

"And as for what I'd be wanting to talk you into?" Jack pauses and finds Norrington's eyes. "Everything."