He didn’t mean to act cocky, but it just couldn’t be helped sometimes. “Maybe, but I don’t know– what if you gave me the cold shoulder?” Yes, he went there, he had to. Nevertheless, the punk pulled him closer, with a playful smirk.
“I give you that already, don’t I?” Of course he would make that pun, shift scuffing against the ground as he shuffled forward, chest pressing against Percy’s. “Pretty sure I would’ve kissed you if you asked.” Not entirely sure if he was doing this whole flirting thing right, but Jack was going with it, and he was having fun.