[Jezebel doesn't pull away, letting him toy with the hair dangling in front of his face. It's struck him as well that this has all been chaste, in its own strange way. On theme with everything else he'd done that night, choking Ianchus had been almost clinical, even with Ianchus' desires for more clear as he'd been strangled.

His hands go to Ianchus' back, holding him up while letting him continue to touch him if he wishes to.]