His soft smile as he leans into the hair ruffle is as warm as always.

Then Jedao raises an eyebrow.

"You're the one who runs away when we talk about it," he points out mildly. "Whenever you're ready to talk, we'll talk."

He leans in and brushes a barely-there kiss of sound and air against Eiffel's cheek, pulling back to regard him with an equally warm but more roguish smile.

"Don't worry too much about me. After I walk you home I'm going to plow Gonou through the mattress, probably."