[ Gah, tickly palm. Rubbing it on his knee, he slouches as he sips his hot chocolate and rolls his eyes wistfully. ]

Do I, though? Do I really? Maybe this is all a sham ... You're a sham-boyfriend, I'm sorry to have to break it to you but hey, I got you breakfast first.

[ Smirking to himself where he's bundled up in Hiccup's hoodie, yes. It would be a much more convincing tease if Jack didn't look entirely satisfied with every aspect of where he is right now. ]