[She suspects it was Jack; she knows he doesn't like to think about him. Daphne tried, god, she did, to get him. But the days leading up to Vane's execution were a mess, and there was no time to do anything patiently, to look for him. To find him and convince him, and the rest of Vane's men. She had to take the crew she had, a small band that Billy Bones had helped string together and men Daphne paid, men who had no allegiances then.
He leans forward to kiss her, and she smiles, leaning down a little to press her nose against his cheek.]
Would you enjoy it?
[She asks, honestly. Just because he would, just because he would let her, doesn't mean that he would enjoy the act.]
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He leans forward to kiss her, and she smiles, leaning down a little to press her nose against his cheek.]
Would you enjoy it?
[She asks, honestly. Just because he would, just because he would let her, doesn't mean that he would enjoy the act.]