Jerome shifted the weight of his head from one hand to the other, tilting it. He considered what impulse to follow, mostly because he wanted a good punchline for this bit. Jervis was an excellent scene partner so far, he'd really hate to let him down.

So he got up the way he'd been ordered to do. He headed for the door, reached out to open it. Then he paused and let out a deep sigh that ended low in his throat, where it turned into a chuckle that gradually grew. He was laughing to himself by the time he turned back around, stalking over to Jervis with big steps and setting his hands on the man's shoulders. Slender shoulders, really. His hands held on to them tightly and he met the man's eyes.

"Seems like your mojo isn't quite up to snuff, my man. Maybe you're nervous? Stressed?" He started massaging him, with enough pressure to easily cross that line into painful. "Relax a little. Come on. It's just good old Jerome here. Little boy with a toy. I'm all ears. Give it another try."