"What's this?" he asks, several minutes later, when Iago has let him go, and he's also let Iago go, and then Iago has let him go again. More or less. They're still close enough that he can feel Iago's breath on his skin, feel the warmth of strong hands through his shirt, that Iago can undoubtedly feel Xel's smile against his skin. "Not that I'm complaining, ne."