Even if Jack had noticed, which he hadn't since her touch was so gentle, barely there. But<i>if</i>he had noticed that occasional brush against him, or that occasional touch, he hadn't commented on it. Granted, it didn't help his case, or hers depending on how you looked at it, that he was wearing thick pants. Though even in those thick, semi baggy pants, his bulge was visible to those who cared to look. It wasn't his best feature, but one he was proud of regardless.<br/><br/><b>"Of course, Lea."</b>Jack said and stepped over to the fireplace where she was already ready. Placing his large hands around her much smaller waist he lifted her up. Her lithe form mixed with his thick muscles made it so she barely weighed anything, perhaps a bit less than a greatsword. By his comparison, she was near weightless. And of course, intentional or not, standing where he did and lifting her like he had, Jack did find Lea's small, shapely rear right in front of him. Again, not that he minded one bit, in fact, despite lacking the curves that the more amazonian women of these lands, it was still something to behold. And he couldn't help but go back to the terminology he had used before,<i>exotic</i>in her own special way.<br/><br/>The second that the stone works began to shift and alter next to Jack, he startled a step or two to the side; not having expected what was about to happen.<b>"After you then."</b>Jack said. It wasn't that he was a coward, far from it, she was smaller, stealthier and faster than probably any in the group. And again, intentionally or not, when Jack sat the small hafling back down again, he<i>accidentally</i>rubbed her shapely rear against that bulge he had been walking around with. How could he not? He was in a room full of beautiful women and he was the only guy. If this was what heaven, or hell was like, Jack was ready.