"I'll feel a little less guilty about sullying your innocence with that kiss, then."

He laughs softly, and slides down just enough to tuck his head under Jedao's chin with a sigh. Barely awake and he's already feeling tired again (also aching, nauseous, weak and a little dizzy: he's decided he dislikes death tolls.)

"It would only feel right if you knew me," he murmurs, looking down at his half-empty teacup. "And all of that would ruin the mood terribly."