He tenses just a little at the way the touch turns intimate, but his eyes go soft, too, pupils wide before his eyes flicker closed at the brush of Azwel's mouth. There's something experimental about the way he first lets himself be kissed and then kisses back, like he still hasn't fully committed to this, even as Azwel can hear his breath go heavier. He shivers as their lips catch a certain way, nerves lighting up almost delicately. He doesn't quite act like someone who's never been kissed before, but there's still a certain lack of experience, no move to deepen the kiss and a level of responsiveness that says he's not used to kissing, either.

And then there's that teasing brush of power and he does finally swoon a bit, knees going abruptly weak while he voices a sharp, unmistakable moan, startled. He might be able to keep his feet with just his hands planted on the table, but surely it's a better idea to pull him closer, make sure he doesn't fall...