S'ric heard the question, and he blinked in response. Wasn't that equally obvious as well? He allowed Jaks to pull away, watching his elf as he pulled on another pair of pants. It was S'ric's opinion that most humans, and elves it seemed, over thought so many things. In a way, Jaks was responsible for S'ric noticing him at all. S'ric had planned on catching a drink, sticking around long enough anyone who wanted to talk to him could – that being potential employers – then be on his way. If Jaks had never said anything, S'ric would've ignored him. It was the snappy way he'd blamed S'ric for the lack of service... and then demanded he buy him dinner. It was that simple. After which, Jaks hadn't been strong enough to fight off S'ric's interest. And S'ric was rarely interested in anything, so when it was snagged, it was usually for good. Such as now. Faults, flaws, and imperfections is whatever he might've been interested in didn't exist. Rather, they simply became a part of what he was focused on. Traits of something that belonged to him. Jaks tattoo was a characteristic of him, as was the brown hair, unblemished body, and slender stature. If Jaks had been taller, more fleshed out, with a scar or birth mark, they would simply become parts of the whole. It wouldn't change S'ric's desire, as that had stemmed from that initial contact when Jaks, the small elf he was, had snapped at a big werewolf, and then demand he feed him.
What kept S'ric interested was the continued shift from demanding, which made his react, to the submission, which cooled him down. Jaks –responded- to everything he did, whether it was wiggle, scream, cry, or glare. In that regard, S'ric was very simple. It was the personality that defined his interest and held it. S'ric went to the cabinet that held the needle and thread, answering as he walked. "Why you? Because you were the one that stood out." He moved to kneel behind Jaks. "I had thought that was obvious. Now stand still." He didn't wait for a response, he simply threaded the needle and stuck it in the base of the cut, so he could start stitching up the wound. It wasn't too bad, and S'ric was as deft with the needle as he was with any blade. Having to care for wounds on his own over centuries had made him almost a pro at this.