Undirected as his focus is, Heine doesn't tense even as Jade arranges himself between his legs. He leaves his knees spread at the last angle at which Jade left them, and he keeps looking up, watching but not concerned. This is... fine. Good, even. He would wonder if this was what happiness felt like, if he had it in him to wonder. Instead he only breathes; his body's subconscious movements make his hole twitch and another small drip leak out, but beyond that, Heine lies still.

Eichel simply smooths a hand over Jade's back, reassuring.

"The curse can affect emotions, too," he offers. "But whatever you like. Isn't it amazing, Jade, what we can do?" His touch lingers, if only for a moment, on Jade's hip.