"I didn't say she can't be brought here," he points out, just as gravely, because he knows that just as well as Jedao does. There have been enough horrors from his own galaxy both before and during his time here, even if he hadn't seen examples of other peoples' personal hells played out by the Admiral. "That doesn't mean she can ever touch you again."

And he's not sure he'd manage to control himself enough to care about not getting demoted if she ever did show up, and Fives is positive Jedao would have to incapacitate him to keep him from gluing himself to him to make sure that she couldn't touch him. But he also can't blame Jedao for not believing that.

He sighs and tightens his grip at Jedao's nape, then gives him another little shake. "Holden said you won't... you won't fuck me because you think it would be rape." There's a rough-edged growl to his voice now, because that does make him angry, even if it's just some screwed up part of Jedao's own issues. "As if I couldn't just say no if I didn't want you, or kick you in the gett'se if you were too kriffing stupid to listen. Which I wouldn't. And you aren't."

Another little shake, like a dog with a toy, and his voice softens. "Utreekov. I love you-" Which is so much easier to admit than it had been with Clark, but it's such a simple thing, really. He loves all his brothers. "And I want you. But... but that's the last I'll say of it, if that's what you want." In the end it doesn't matter why Jedao wants it that way, just that he does. "And I'll love you no matter what."