"I can smell you more than me." But again, that doesn't really mean much. Jean can't smell himself much at all, being so used to his own scent. The only exception was when he went into heat, and that was so embarrassing and traumatic that he's wilfully forgetting the spicy pheromones he'd been blasting.

But does he feel any different? Jean actually thinks about that question for a moment, and yeah, he does. "Calmer. Less annoyed."

He gently elbows Marco in the stomach. "Maybe you just tired me out with all your fussing."