"Yeah, keep going." Whatever Marco is doing seems to be working, and Jean isn't going to start actively complaining about it. He'll still complain, because he's Jean, but it won't be active complaining.

Jean lifts an eyebrow when Marco takes his hand, but doesn't pull away or otherwise comment. Maybe there's a touch element to all this that he's missing? He watches as Marco concentrates, as Marco touches his hand, and almost without realising it, Jean twists his hand and entwines their fingers.

The clean linen scent is billowing around them now, but the spicy Jean scent is making a resurgence. As Marco starts to pull back, Jean's scent surges up to fill the void. There's a different edge to it now, a brighter, more expectant undertone, that Jean doesn't notice. He's too intent, watching Marco's face as he tries to control both their scents.