"I might exchange them for my own special requests." Jack didn't miss that dangerous look but he'd handled a lot of people in his time. The kind that came across the bridge to hire them would never be this interesting. Not in a world that believed enjoying sex for pleasure was a crime. They were bland and boring.

Jack took the oyster and pulled a knife from his boot to crack it open. Jack shrugs at the question then downs the oyster and tosses the shells aside. He pulled out another, knifing it open while his eye watches the man standing before him.

This was turning into a good day. Food he rarely got any longer, sun under an umbrella and, for once, someone stripping for him instead of the other way around. His eye doesn't leave Balthazar, though his hands are busy shucking oysters. The gaze following the other man's hands down to his pants. It's definitely arousing to have the tables turned.

"Show and tell then." Jack has no problem following suit after he's had an eye full of skin.