Anael really would do this for hours, if given half the chance. Or at the very least, until Jack wasn't cold anymore. He could feel his skin gradually heat up as it dried, already mostly there from the wind of the flight. Comfort was important, in moments like these, and warmth would presumably only add to Jack's. It was so rare to find someone who would not rush towards sex, once naked and in bed together; Anael meant to enjoy every second of this, exploring what he could easily reach of Jack's body, his touches all tinted with love.