It proves difficult to part from such a kiss, Marius finds. He can feel as Jake sinks into the kiss, feel the way their lips brush together in the way electricity thrums throughout his veins and skin. It feels like being struck by lightning and falling all at once, especially sharp compared to the Valentine's Day party, in which Marius had been rendered intoxicated by the enchanted wine.

But the way Jake's eyes flutter open, like a pair of sleepy butterflies, and the way his lips curve into a smile make the parting worth it to Marius. His own hands slide down Jake's face to his neck as he meets Jake's smile with one of his own, his cheeks flushed from their efforts.

"Seems like it would get hot easily," he notes as his hands slide to Jake's shoulders, noting the apparent strength of the fabric. "Especially with gear to carry around. You should slip into something more comfortable, no?" He asks, eyes glittering with amusement. Perhaps he is teasing, just a little.