"I might get rough with you," Jedao...muses, more than warns. That had helped, with Quentin, how complete unlike her it was for Jedao to have that kind of savage control. And unlike the moment - Fives body over him, protecting him in their sanctum, instead of behind enemy lines, instead of horribly exposed. But it could hardly feel farther from taking advantage, either, the gentle easy closeness.

"At some point. That okay?"