He's falling under Heine's spell so easily. Well, it can't be helped. Touch is a powerful thing to mortals; it seems not even someone like Jonathan is immune.

Finally divested of his clothes, Jade sets them to one side before he settles behind Jonathan again, his long pale limbs folding neatly around him. "Is Heine being good for you?" He murmurs, nipping lightly at the crook of Jonathan's neck, not hard enough to leave a mark.