"Indeed." The same slight playfulness that's behind the a gesture that can be far more ceremonious. Jedao had answered, but there are things he likes to hear again, whatever he can feel.

He smirks slightly at the question. "These ones will last, though not quite the same." Waking up with old bruises, almost half-way healed, yet, he thinks, still a reminder of the in between nature, of what can last where normal dreams don' linger.

He removes the gloves carefully, they have no real meaning to him but they're part of a whole that has meaning to Jedao. He leans forward a little to kiss Jedao again, holding on, this time, with bare hands.

"Lie down."