He's so very pleased by the reactions, now that he knows what he's doing-- or at least, he's got an idea of what to do, and how to tell if he's on the right trail or if he's lost it. When Amelia moans his name, it ripples through his body like a rush of pleasure and Jon can't help but smile.

"Right here," he says softly over her shoulder. "Dreamt of you. So I couldn't help myself once I woke up."

Jon's fingers move just slightly faster as she reacts to it more now that she's rising up out of sleep. And right now, there's a bar of iron pressed against Amelia's rear that he's trying to keep from simply rubbing against her skin to help relieve its need.