[ His hands still under the touch, old habits, but it's not hard to see that it's welcome, his expression soft. ]

Alright. [ Easy and accepting, and just the slightest bit sheepish. It's maybe not the best foot to start off on -- but there's worse positions to be in, right?

He twists so his fingers brush against Claude's as he withdraws, thumb swiping lightly against his wrist in a fond gesture. ] It sounded pretty important, whatever you wanted to tell me, so. Probably better not to be cloudy for it. [ It's a gentle invitation, not prompting so much as making it clear that he's willing to listen. Jamie leans against the table towards him, arms folded, eyes fixed on Claude. ]