God, he's missed this, missed the feel of soft lips against his own, it's been weeks. He loves the ones that try to climb him, the ones he could throw over his shoulder and toss into the bed. He can't wait to get this one alone and find out what they like, what they'll do for him, but they're already showing good, giving, and game, and honestly, that's all he needs for a good time. He hums into the kiss, a pleased, interested sound, deepening the kiss just to see if they'll follow him into something less playful. After a few strained heartbeats of discovery, he pulls back just far enough to brush their lips together as he whispers, teasing and just a little smug, "Well, well, here I was thinking I was seducing you, but you're more than a match for me, look at you."