The echoing memory of Eiffel saying Jedao's forceful grip on his jaw was hooooot hot overcomes more reticence than the Katydos do; Jedao gets a good grip near the roots of Eiffel's hair and drags his head back to where it was a few moments ago.

"Like this?" he murmurs, in as sexy a voice as he can manage, but listening for any uncertainty just the same.