[ Oh, he's absolutely trying to provoke him, no way around that, but he's looking for a bit more than a giggle out of it. This place...so far from what he's used to, and in some ways, exactly the same. Sex is a powerful weapon, because it can't be reasoned with, it's pure instinct. He's seen how formidable a woman can be wielding it effectively. And here, gender seems to be of no consideration to anyone, until deciding how much lube to bring.

Jack's still new here, with all he's built stripped from him, just his wits and his name, once again. Why shouldn't he use any and everything at his disposal to climb his way up, as he's always done?

The obviousness with which Irving averts his eyes from him doesn't deter him. It can only mean that it's a great effort to him not to look at him, which means, of course, that he wants to. So he spreads himself out into taking up more space, leaning back with his hands steadily holding him up on the table, his legs unfurl from each other and force a knee into the sailor's field of vision.

And his eyes come back. Perfect. Jack leans forward, very nearly in his space, but could just as easily be understood by a passerby as a private conversation, and not a seduction. ]

I've already asked you. Something about my nature makes you feel as if you're being seduced, regardless of my own intention. If I know what it is, perhaps I can turn it off for you.

[ He won't, but you know. Hypothetically, maybe he could. ]