It took the Jackal several minutes to fade completely into the backdrop, all of which he spent firmly buried inside the woman, hard and pulsing, even after every drop of his seed had been left behind. The tall frame that leaned heavily against her, yet stayed poised with his hands on either side of her on the desk so that he didn’t crush her underneath him, reverberating with an unknown, barely contained power that showed itself as a ripple underneath the muscles that bulked beneath his skin. His breath continued to tease against the side of her neck while his dark hair obscured the look on his face.<br/><br/><br/>Once, twice his lips teased the side of her throat, the curve of her shoulder, until his growling sigh signaled his push up momentum away from her. The flash of electric bright eyes and too many teeth present in his mouth was all he presented to her before he pulled out completely and tucked himself away inside his pants. It took him longer to tuck the monster away, that physical presence that showed itself in its own primal way.<br/><br/><br/>When Pace turned back to look at her, the pupil had returned to his bright eyes that looked just shy of being blue, the smile he wore restless instead of predatory. Clothes and hair rumpled just like her own. A hint of boyish charm mingled with sultry pique as he took in her new appearance, one brow lifting… “If I’m not mistaken, you look a little disappointed now, Ms. ...Vanora Vale. Nora,” he finished. “Next time, I’d like to see the look on your face when we have more than a romp in my office, though I do like the fact that it has a bit of… quid pro quo going for it, don’t you?”<br/><br/><br/>Only his attention was sharper than the teasing tone of his voice. She was playing what had happened off in a way that humans did - by pretending that it was something else. So Pace stepped in closer, hand landing along her own so that his fingertips brushed her wrist on their way to steal the spoon from her, taking his own bite of the melted ice cream. His eyes closed, a savory moan sounding from around the utensil. “Still good even if it is melted…”<br/><br/><br/>Then his eyes flashed open, staring down at her hard, “Come back tomorrow night,” he grinned down at her. “Wear something slinky. Something you would wear to go dancing.” And that was all he was going to say on the matter.