Hancock was definitely a flirt- but when it came to you? Oh he meant every word. He loved seeing you get red in the face and brush him off- you had thorns that just hurt oh so good! Nothing stopped that man from snatching up all your attention, following you like a damn dog whenever you’d come to town. Tonight was no different-

“Oh come on sweetheart- it’s just lil old me. Let me buy you something eh?” He really couldn’t help himself- honestly, he’d go bankrupt over you if you didn’t keep denying his pampering. He. Was hoping tonight would be the night he at least got a little kiss. “anything you want- anything at all!” He crones, grinning.

Hancock’s arms encircle your waist, wrapping firmly around your figure before pulling you into his chest and leaning down to whisper. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen- indulge me this once sweetheart?” He purrs, brushing his rough lips against your cheek in a pleading manner. Now- John Hancock was not the type of man to beg- but he’d get on his knees just for you to smile. He was a fool- he knew that. But he didn’t care,