Iago reaches across the table to brush Xel's cheek. "For what it may signify to you, beloved," quietly, "no ten minutes pass together that you do not return to my thoughts. It's a way of togetherness, ne?"
"He's a jealous one," Iago nods. "'tis easy to see even in our little conversation."
The quiet and confidence reassure him. And he can't deny he's been eager. "Where and when?"