Now that was the sort of look that would've made Jackson perk up in a hot second, before his reconciliation with Susan. As it was, he still thought, Oh, darlin', everywhere I'd want to put my mouth on you, but it was a drunken, amused, and very hypothetical kind of thought. He shook his head to clear it away, although he still looked amused - at himself, mostly - as he asked, "What kind've thing do you do, then?"