[Jon frowns at the stone, rubbing it curiously until Jamie touches him. That gets him to look up, to properly regard the changeling again. When he does, he feels a blush rising to his cheeks.]

You've got rid of the spiders. I owe you, Jamie. I've been told to expect another anklet after I get out for at least a week. Probably best not to do it then, but I'll be available to sort out the payment.

[Jon can't quite bring himself to admit that he wants to be had. He'd enjoyed that room and swing in Jamie's cottage, being ordered about to an extent...]