Jealousy? [Sounds as though it comes from miles away for distraction, only barely registering the question itself affter he's already repeated it on reflex, still bedded down in the pinning weight of Fenris' grip— and needing to snap back like a band at the pull of present conversation, drawing his eyes wider than they normally are when he finally meets that stare.

The grin comes a moment after.]

Not on your life, darling. I've seen the looks you give her when she's near; that she hopes you'd eat out of her hand tonight is more a joke than anything I could say. [The softest pinch. The softest pause, and then....]

I don't need to be jealous to want to keep you safe.