Jack looks amazing. Poison just stares at him for a second, forgetting everything, until Jack bites him. He couldn't wait to see himself in a mirror after this.

Unreasonably, he wants to bruise Jack, too. Maybe he'll manage to give him a hickey or two before they get out of bed.

But right now he's tied to the headboard, and Jack's at the wheel and Poison is dying for the break lines to be cut. He tries to figure out how to articulate what he wants. "More," he manages, after a moment. "I need more, Daddy."