The kiss fills his cheeks (and admittedly, other parts of him) with warmth. His eyes flutter shut as their lips meet, and a wistful sigh escapes him when they inevitably part. There's nothing but pure, abject love as he gazes at Hythlodaeus.

"I can show you some mortal practices I learnt in that depraved city," he suggests coyly. "If such things interest you, that is. I would like to see the romantic touch you bring to them."