[ That Irving knows how much he enjoys getting a rise out of him and still lets him see it doesn't do anything to deter him. It's exactly what he wants, to get at a vulnerable bit of him and scratch, dig himself in. Jack's grip falls from the other's wrist to his hand, stilling it with a firm squeeze and raising his eyebrow through his gibberish...and then higher still. ]

Tentacles? No...not tentacles. [ The hell is he talking about? ] I was thinking a butt plug. They make vibrating ones, now, might try fucking you with it until you want my cock so bad you can't stand it, if you ask me to.