[Even thinking it'd probably go over well, the sheer enthusiasm of Isabeau's response is still surprising. Siffrin is the one that has to bite back a laugh this time, turning his face into the pillow to smother the choked off sound of it.

Well. Hypothesis confirmed?

Something about the attention is a little embarrassing, even with no one else awake to witness it. Siffrin's cheeks warm with it. But the nails gently scraping his scalp feel nice, so it's fine.]

You don't have to go crazy or anything.

[Isabeau sounds happy to do it, sure, but it feels like an imposition either way.

And it still feels sorta...manipulative. He wouldn't have asked if not for that knowledge picked up in the loops suggesting it'd be received well. Maybe it's that guilt that prompts him to continue, whispering against Isabeau's shirt.]

There was just...this one time, in the loops, Mira asked to comb it. And you seemed, uh...jealous?

[It sounds a little ridiculous now that he says it. Like, obviously. It's still hard for him to wrap his head around Isabeau's feelings for him, let alone the sheer depth of them, but he at least believes it now. And if he's accepting that as a fact, then it sounds less like he's grappling with an uncertainty and more like he's just calling Isabeau out. Whoops.]