[an ear twitches in tandem with the corner of his mouth, face coloring again.] You just--have weird taste.

[the better, nobler compliment makes him all squishy inside, but being called hot is as absurd as it is delightful.]

I won't complain about it, though. If it means I can be close. [he scoffs, trying to keep abreast of a wave of embarrassment.]

I can...touch you a bit more right now, can't I?