[That's right, Taako. There's no escape.

Krav immediately tones down the lovefest, very aware of the discomfort his affections seem to have inspired. It makes his stomach roll uncomfortably, but he takes a deep breath and grounds himself. He knows what he's always known. Taako cares about him. Taako maybe loves him. Taako isn't ready for that.

And Kravitz will wait. Kravitz would wait forever.

So he just grins indulgently at Taako's uncharacteristically weak attempt at bullying, only feeling the slightest sting of something that isn't bitterness or disappointment, but rather a concern rooted in Taako.

Krav reaches out to brush a thumb across Taako's cheek; leans in and swoops down to press a kiss to the top of his head.]

Yes, well. I thank you, truly, for taking the first step in demolishing my 'stuffy' reputation.

[He pulls back, screws up his nose and practically whines-]

Is that truly what people think of me? Not 'menacing'? Creepy? ...Not even 'mildly unsettling'? I'd take that.