The hands in his hair feels nice, and he gets distracted from his mouth work again with another soft hum.

"Well, 's'not like..." He frowns, trying to make the words work. "I haven't not been thinkin' 'bout it. Yer mouth 'n... and stuff."

Wonderfully articulate, ten out of ten Eiffel. His clumsy fingers find Jedao's collar and pull it back to bite at the base of his neck, humming into his shoulder.