Right now? No, he doesn't have any ideas. His mind is too full with teeth.

"Are you going now?" He just needs some time. Heine inhales, too aware of the breath coming down his throat. The dog growls as he presses fingertips into his own thigh hard enough to bruise. He fucked you, fucked you up. You can take them both. But Jade—

His mouth is dry. Heine breathes in again and tells himself, Eichel. I'll take care of him.

It's enough to appease the curse, and Heine is able to focus on Jade again with less effort than before.

"Give it a day." That's all I need.