Felix studies him a moment, startled at how much of his guard Jim is letting down in this admission. He sets the wine glass gently on the counter, slips over to slide an arm round Jim's waist and lean close enough to nuzzle against his cheek.

"No-one's ever made this kind of effort for me," he murmurs softly, an admission in kind. "And I don't just mean dinner."

Letting Felix into his home, under his guard. Trying something he wouldn't normally. That means something, and even if they daren't put a name to it Felix has an idea what it's worth.