Slowly, Jack stood up from his chair. He took a step over towards Gwen and then another, well within her personal space, just an inch or two from her.

He glanced down, looking at her, and when he spoke his voice was an octave or two lower.

Reaching out, he took hold of the bag, pulling it from her hand and away, effectively pulling her hand along with it.

"You sure about that?" he asked, smiling knowingly.