The kiss, for all it was, ended on a note that twisted something sharp and painful in Samandriel's chest. Fortunately, that feeling was all too brief because Mitchell was touching his cheek and looking like he was carrying on with all the parts of him that just wanted to be sure that Samandriel was doing things because he wanted to.
With any luck, Samandriel hoped Mitchell would learn sooner rather than later that if he didn't want to do something and wasn't asked to do it, he wasn't going to do it. The angel nodded, very much wanting to try again, but also not wanting to seem too eager as his body hummed with what he was pretty sure was desire. He nodded. "Alright." He knew his voice was going to betray that slight sliver of hope, but he couldn't bring himself to think of that as a bad thing.