[Jezebel grins at that, seeing the almost trance-like look Ianchus wears when he must be imagining it. When he steps closer to him, Jezebel says with a knowing tone:]

Mm, well, it didn't seem wise. Not in here, anyway. Not when the whole idea is suffering, after all.

After all, if we were both so eager, I'm sure this place wouldn't be satisfied by that...

[At that, he raises on hand to Ianchus' neck, lightly running the pad of his thumb down the line of his throat until it rests in the hollow of his clavicle.

And then withdraws his hand only to say:]

But perhaps we should leave this room while we're still allowed to make our exit.