[Ianchus notices the hint of excitement in Jezebel, as well, and his own heart skips a beat. He's never just done this, sat down to be choked by another willing participant--it's usually a sex thing for him, something meant for the heat of the moment. Something about the action on its own, so focused and removed from anything else, so sterile, brings an entirely different kind of thrill.

He stares at Jezebel with bleary eyes, and then (perhaps his own mind is still addled from lack of oxygen, he thinks to himself) reaches up from his shirt--slow enough for the other man to pull away--to run his fingers down a lock of Jez's hair, which is hanging down in front of his eyes.]