Poison squeaks a bit, startled when Jack just lifts him. He immediately wraps his legs around Jack's waist to get some stability, his arms around his shoulders. And maybe he blushes just a bit, because it's unexpected and it kind of reminds him of their size and build differences. And he's good with that.

"How'd you get them, anyway? I thought it used to be you had to be eighteen to get inked." By the time he was eighteen that wasn't really a think anymore, but. Jack was from a civilized place.