Jack seemed almost genuinely surprised when Rory pulled away, eying Rory quizzically. He took a look over his shoulder to his his adorable coffee boy who merely shrugged. "Well, what kind of dream do you think it is?" Jack asked with a smile. "It's my dream, isn't it? Funny, though. I don't usually get resistance like that in my dreams. But then I don't usually get you in my dreams either. Guess this isn't a normal dream." He snapped his fingers in disappointment. "Damn. But then again, if it didn't really happen, is it really cheating?"