Poison stares up at Jack, and it takes a second for the words to actually sink in. He blinks. "Talk?"

And now he feels a little trapped, but his legs are still free. He could kick if he wanted to. But Jack's warm and solid across his hips and he's still trying to process how he ended up here. Jack's good. He tries the restraints, but he knows they're good.

"What are we talking about?"