Jedao shivers a tiny bit at the forehead kiss, an overwhelming little quaver of emotion he couldn't name even if he wanted to.

"I'm okay with easy," he tries to explain, still blushing. He ducks in to rub his cheek for moment against Eiffel's bearded jawline, and then momentarily sucks one earlobe into his mouth. Then breathes hot and close as he murmurs in Eiffel's ear, "As long as you like me easy."