While he wouldn't know it yet, his energy being less decay and theft-like and more witch-based meant that their energies were similar. It meant that they could technically share easier as the magic that held them both together was along a similar vein. He simply wasn't used to having to power struggle energy, when his previous skill was horribly passive with its greed.

This tug-of-war would require more speculation when he wasn't having a battle of the fist-to-cuffs with Morrison. They seemed to be taking equal measure after all, and he wasn't certain he liked that.

If Jack wanted to lay down on his back, Reaper would more than oblige. He preferred the top position as it made it easier to pummel Jack. He rolled up, snapping his knees tight to Jack's sides as he reared up as much as that hand on his throat would allow and began to rain down punches on that mask, hissing like an enraged owl.