He has to bite back a sigh at Fives' reluctance, his incompletely quashed doubt and unhappiness. Jedao doesn't know how to express that he wants to soothe Fives simply because he doesn't want him to be unhappy, and because he doesn't think Fives has reason to be; if Fives seems young to him - in the ways that he does - it is a reason to take care, not condescension.

He tilts almost imperceptibly into the touch, reaches out to skate his own hand over Fives' chest, languorous, pensive.

"With the caveat that it is absolutely fine if the answer is no..." he licks his lips, once, briefly enough that it might have been thoughtless, a reflexive reaction, "...you said something about three times?" His tone wavers between hopeful and playful, so excessively innocent it tips over into naughty parody.