And Jono was riding that blur, settling in and curling up with it, right along with everything else.

//I'll let you bite it for me,// he murmured, his cheek twitching a little into an almost-smile at the nip, his face turning so that he could kind of (fuzzily, vaguely playfully) bump Hannibal's nose with his own. //I've got faith you've got it handled.//