Dodger's fingers catch a bit more tightly in Jason's hair, not quite pushing but... encouraging him to take a bit more than he knows he can handle. He can focus a bit more with the physical sensations, drawing him back into the present little by little.

For a moment, Dodger's left arm is covered in grotesque scars, more scars than skin, but they vanish as soon as they came and hopefully Jason doesn't notice.

His hips shift a bit as his focus returns to Jason's mouth, and he props himself up on his free elbow to watch him. The hand in his hair tightens and pulls Jason up so Dodger can look at his face, and he lets out a soft and breathy laugh.

"You look good like that."