Jedao laughs softly. He likes being easy, in a warm squirmy way in the bottom of his stomach, but he's not surprised John thinks of it mostly in the nice way. He strokes a hand through John's hair.

"I would," he promises, because it's always nice to have another little reassurance, he figures. "I like being easy for you. I'm trying to figure out if I should stay mellow or escalate. Tell me what you want most so I don't fret about it."