Jane's eyes softened as she looked down to him, grateful for the fact that at present he could not see her. Like Dirk, her gaze always tended to betray her true feelings. Jake knew that she liked him now; there were no longer any secrets between them. And yet still the question of Dirk still nagged at the back of her mind. Temporarily though, all of that was silenced. All that remained, for the moment, was she and Jake and ragged, breathless laughter. A hand moved to his face, fingertips brushing tenderly over skin. "... I always heard that death's spell could be broken with a kiss." She smirked, swallowing heavily.