Jax was waltzing around the main tent, not doing much as he just watched. He heard a soft thud, making him pause, turning his head to try and identify the sound. He snuck across the room, peeking over the edge of a barrel.

You stood, bent over as you tried to reach your fallen headpiece. Jax paused, his grin growing as he stepped behind you, his hands finding your hips as he leaned over your bent form.

… What a lovely sight… He murmured into your ear, his voice going deep and soft.