[He's just spent the past twenty minutes or so gradually talking himself into thinking of Dylan as only a friend, but suddenly Dylan is looking at him and asking him with affectionate earnestness to kiss parts of him.]
My hands?
[The first question that comes out, and his swarthy skin might have managed to redden around the face a bit because it's so unexpected.]
[Spam]
My hands?
[The first question that comes out, and his swarthy skin might have managed to redden around the face a bit because it's so unexpected.]