So annoying. Heine tilts his head to the side as Jonathan kisses down the line of his jaw, leaving him free to give Jade a piercing look.

"I wouldn't presume that much," Jonathan murmurs, since Heine is saying nothing. "But give me your trust, Heine. Let me in."

Giving permission to a mortal is a bad idea. Heine makes a noncommittal noise before grasping at Jonathan's hair, guiding his head further down so that the man is kissing at his chest rather than his neck.

"I won't be staying here forever." Heine smooths his (unnaturally cool) fingertips over Jonathan's nape, tangling his fingers through the strands of his hair a moment later. "I can tell you where to find me."