[jack hates the way his body responds to him, but he's not fooled anymore. he's laughing softly even as he's hot and throbbing against his palm.]

I wouldn't want him to love me, because Johnny deserves better. [jack opens his eyes to look into the clone's.] But for you?

[he smirks, arms lifting to slide around the other's neck and shoulders. there's nothing warm or affectionate about it. it has all the feeling of a snake wrapping around its prey.]

You said it yourself, you're scraps. A ruined prince is more than good enough.