Every sound out of Jude is hot and encouraging. And, more importantly, reassuring. Still doing good. So he's insecure. If reassurance can come along with a soft growl that seems to sneak up and down his spine, all the better. He tends unconsciusly toward quiet himself, though, not letting slip much but a sharp inhale at the little brush of fingers.

He's suddenly glad he took the time to lose a few layers before they settled in.

Reluctantly he straightens a little, feels his eyes catch on Jude's mouth for a second before he remembers how to talk. He leaves his hand where it is, doesn't try too hard to keep his gaze off the newly revealed stretch of pale skin. "Y-you can, um, it's fine. Catch is here." He tips his head and pushes the hair away to reveal the little clasp behind his neck.