The hand in Eiffel's hair gentles, cupping the back of his head as Hakkai drags in a breath, presses a kiss against Eiffel's cheek instead of his lips and lets his hand rest against Eiffel's hip instead of continuing to stroke them.

"We have you," he echoes Jedao, soft as he presses another kiss against the edge of Eiffel's beard. The stubble rasps against his lips. "At your pace..."