The fingers in his hair seemed to melt away any lingering reservations and Eddie closed his eyes and let his head rest on J'mon's shoulder, focused more on that feeling and their voice. "Your kind." he spoke softly still, "I've...got the gist," figuring out J'mon was some sort of dragon or dragon-adjacent creature hadn't been hard after their last meeting. Believing had taken a little more convincing but even that was coming easier the longer he stayed at the hotel. "but what makes your kind different?"
He chuckled softly, his breath a ghost along J'mon's collar and neck. "Well, I don't mind listening if that's what you'd like. We could...go to your room early."