Stan dragged his fingers through Killian's hair, slow and reassuring before they both pulled back just a little bit and he could better receive that little gifted trail of kisses.
"The magic is convenient and cool," he said, stealing one more kiss, hardly chaste, considering that they were standing in a public store, "but I'd rather have you, Killian. Just you." He nodded then, picking his stuff up again, the menorah and all the rest. "We're set."