[Jezebel lets him rest against him, quietly palming the back of his head when he does so. He isn't used to this, not from anyone, certainly not from anyone who knew who really was. But that didn't mean he minded it, or disliked it.

...in truth, he really wasn't sure what he felt about it at all.

When Ianchus pulls away, he doesn't resist that either, drawing his hand away from his head and letting him sit back.]

You're very strange.

[In his own weird way, he almost sounds affectionate when he says it.]