I shook my head. “No, accepting those things is what you want from me. Don’t you want to know what I want from you?”
Will lowered his sword and turned his head away. I had gotten to him.

“What do you want from me, Jack?” he sighed in submission.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought I had stumbled into a slash fic. Or not, since Jack is pretty much indistinguishable from a teenage girl, as written. Somehow, I don't think any of that is what the Suethor was going for.