"Okay." It was much different carrying Sophie when he was in his own mind. The feel of her skin under his fingers wasn't almost painfully enticing. The smell of her hair didn't drive him to distraction. It was mostly just... nice. Which in many ways was more problematic.
Jon flew into Sophie's room and gently put her down. Now that he wasn't drunk on lust, it was a very strange feeling being in there. "I should probably go," he realized. "Your sister or mom or whoever would get the wrong idea, finding me in here."