[Not in the slightest. McGillis smiles, somewhat lopsidedly.]
You most certainly have. Though I'd question your experience, given your relative youth.
[He throws Prompto a bone with "relative" as opposed to calling him a child, though he still looks so very young. But that's fine, he figures. And if he came this close, and continued to linger, continued to push the envelope, it suggests that consent has been granted—and he can guide this interaction a little more appropriately.
Kissing was on his card too, but as with their cuddling endeavor, he wonders how much was necessary to earn that golden check mark.]
At any rate, that makes no difference to me. Open your mouth.
[And whether he does or doesn't, McGillis has more than enough gusto to spare. You're getting kissed, little bird, with a proper tilt of the chin to boot.]
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You most certainly have. Though I'd question your experience, given your relative youth.
[He throws Prompto a bone with "relative" as opposed to calling him a child, though he still looks so very young. But that's fine, he figures. And if he came this close, and continued to linger, continued to push the envelope, it suggests that consent has been granted—and he can guide this interaction a little more appropriately.
Kissing was on his card too, but as with their cuddling endeavor, he wonders how much was necessary to earn that golden check mark.]
At any rate, that makes no difference to me. Open your mouth.
[And whether he does or doesn't, McGillis has more than enough gusto to spare. You're getting kissed, little bird, with a proper tilt of the chin to boot.]