"Yeah, but you like this voice better. And besides, I am relaxed." It's a smile, but Jim hasn't dropped his command posture or voice. Nor has he dropped Felix's gaze. His suit is too warm next to the fire and buzzed like he is, but Jim still manages not to look like there's a hair out of place.

"You love it when I'm in command. Almost as much as I love you making me not be." Any straying fingers are getting kissed gently, all while not breaking eye contact.

"What else do we need to cross off the list for your ideal Imperial romantic night of wooing?"