"Oh, you're asking instead of just sweeping me away? How very gentlemanly of you." Genesis' gaze follows Angeal's to the decorated, fanciful sort of tents all around. They do look rather inviting, don't they?

When his gaze flicks back to Angeal, it's brimming with delighted mischief. There's only a split second warning before he bounces on the balls of his feet to hop into Angeal's hold. His forearms rest over his mate's broad shoulders, and his powerful thighs wrap around his middle. Leaning over him with the now slight height advantage, he kisses amidst Angeal's hair, and purrs a low, "shall we, darling?"