Jack grins, pleased with that reaction as his hand trails back up to rest on the angel's waist. Ziggy watches the two of them and can't help but smile. Jack seemed to come from such a hellish place that it was nice to see someone looking at him that way.

Jack shrugs. "I don't usually count. four maybe 5."

Partially because he's often not as invested in what is happening or interested enough to always get off.

Ziggy sighs and his eyes wander, obviously counting in his head. "Seven, at least."

"What about you?" Ziggy asks. "And that can be my question for you."