Jamie chuckled softly, resting his cheek against Theodore's head. "Well, it isn't old books this time, at least." He'd actually worn the barest hint of cologne - he only had a small bottle, something warm and a little bit exotic that he'd smelled once and liked. But with Theodore's mouth and face against his neck, he couldn't even remember what it was called. Instead he just concentrated on breathing normally, even if his heart was racing and he was sure Theodore could hear it. "But thank you."