Xel molds and clings to him, cheerfully and not very discretely flipping off the cheering college boys in the corner (regulars since the Banana Eel Sushi Pizza Non-Incident) with the hand curling around Iago's neck.
He leaves a second kiss in Iago's scruff, under his lip, as he releases all of him but his hand. Sitting down with him, he's still holding it tightly. "I think working with him is more intimate... as far as the other matter goes, I told him if you didn't care what he did with me, neither would I, but, well, we don't always think in the same language, so I'm afraid he might have heard it differently. Anou, he surprised me, ne," he adds apologetically. "I had to scramble a little."