[Groan: you're really going to make her say it, aren't you?]

I used my magic on him. Twice. The first time, I just pinned him to a wall, and only because he froze my blood first...but the second time, I froze him there and left him.

[To die, if that were possible. Ironically, it was Jack's undead nature that had most likely spared him.]

But beyond that, I...we kissed. I mean kissed-kissed. We would've probably gone even further if he hadn't snapped out of it right then. Tried to talk me down out of whatever was wrong with me...which I spat back in his face with a bunch of insults and apathetic comments about what he didn't mean to me.