"Been waiting for you to say that." Jack teeters trying to find balance on his legs and balance in his tone. Things are still not coming out quite how he means them to sound. Still a bit breathless, still a bit edgy.

It really is not good.

Whatever Norrington has planned should be something worhtwhile, and if he has to Jack is going to force himself to enjoy every single second of it. He's tired of this... feeling, whatever it is, catching him up, twisting things and bending things out of the realm Jack likes them in. That realm is pleasure and fun and none of this strange, uneasy feeling. Norrington enjoyed himself and Jack -- well. It's been a long time since he's done something quite like that, wanted or not, so maybe it just takes a while to figure it out again.

Jack places a hand on Norrington's face, cradling his jaw. He remembers wanting to do this, before. Before whatever feeling overtook him. He brushes his cheekbone ever so lightly with a thumb, soft gentle strokes, tracing a line under Norrington's eye.

"And what, exactly, are you having in mind now that you've got me up here." Jack tilts his head to the side, and loops a strand of Norrington's hair about his finger. Studies it as he twirls it around before sliding his fingers once more down the side Norrington's face. "Hm?"