Jade leaned in once more and kissed him, lingering this time, lips brushing against his lightly as she spoke. "Say please, old dog." Her fingers moved across the warm skin of his stomach slowly. (Fingertips touched the scar and she curled them back into her hand. It wasn't for her - she'd kissed that scar a thousand times, that symbol of strength and what he'd given for people like her - but for him. She didn't know if now, after the darkness and fear of eagles, he would be more paranoid about that old injury.)