[Ianchus wraps the lock around his two forefingers and strokes it with a thumb, marvelling at how soft it is, thinking about how nice Jezebel's hands feel against his back.

It's been a long time since he's been close to anyone like this, though this is...certainly a different kind of closeness. He's missed the touch of another person, and he decides to take one more chance, letting go of Jezebel's hair and lightly leaning his forehead against the other man's chest.

He's only there briefly, before he sits up again (swaying a little), not wanting to extend himself or push any boundaries.]