"Most definitely." Another man, at another time, might have returned a joke in kind, possibly something along the lines of 'this time' or 'don't let it happen again', but Jack didn't even consider it, and not only because Phryne's pulse under his mouth was enough to drain most thoughts out of his head. She'd been serious truly serious, and genuinely upset: any joke would remind her of her past or her fear.

But mostly, it was soft, warm skin that occupied him.