His smile stretches a little wider at the echo, the acknowledgment. He's not possessive, not in the way of normal people--he's never even had personal property, the idea that some person should ever be his alone is alien and somewhat offensive, if he thought it through--but Jedao is definitely his. His to love, and protect, and obey when appropriate, none of which assumes any kind of exclusivity. It's... an obligation and a privilege, not a chain.

"I think... I need to sleep soon," he murmurs. "Wish I could do it with you curled up against me." He should clean up first, himself again, the floor probably, the bed. But he feels ridiculously languid and satisfied, like moving is entirely too much to ask. "Do you want me to turn on music, or... or a video, before I do? You can't read, can you?" He frowns, slightly more alert as he thinks it through. "Couldn't advance the pages." He wonders if there's some way to fix that. "Unless we could set it to automatically advance at a pre-determined speed...."