“And how are you—” Jack pauses to inhale sharply as the Short Sharp Prick clears out his sinuses “—liking it?”

He hopes he remembered Maddox’s tastes right. Honestly, Jack had always figured Maddox was Mouse’s friend, not his, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like Maddox. Maddox had been fun to be around, something Jack’s younger self hadn’t fully appreciated at the time. It’s nice to get a second chance.

“Too hot? Or not hot enough?”