Jedao is - fast, not as fast as Quentin but nearly as fast as a human can be, automatically moving backward into the pull to get his feet under him, trying to turn enough to shove his shoulder against Quentin's sternum, throwing up an arm to loop through Quentin's and break his wrist - but Quentin is too strong for any of those reflexive defenses to matter, and Jedao lands on the bed seconds later just the same.

Quentin told him it would be like this. Jedao would have laid down for him for the asking, but this is - maybe better. Or maybe it's just want Quentin needs. Jedao watches him with dark eyes, keeps still instead of surging up to fight again, now that his initial automatic resistance is over, and chooses not to worry about it.