[A flush blooming across his skin for certain, though less to do with embarrassment than the warmth of anticipation itself. The things she does to a man's imagination...

Her kisses become more generous, and when her tongue draws up his cheek, so close and so warm, he lets out a little noise of pleasure. Even still, his lips quirk.]

And you have no idea how flattering that is to hear. That I am one of the rare few. Even so... You will tell me if it is too much, hm? [A kiss for her, too, in return. Light, lingering, on the corner of her mouth.]