Dylan arched his back slightly to tilt his head into Dave's hand with a sigh. He pushed himself until they were at eye-level again and pressed another sweet kiss to Dave's lips before replying, "I don't think it really matters which of us wins." He said earnestly. "I mean, either way, we seem to end up like this." Not that it was a bad thing, no, not at all. "I can push over that tower, too." He added with a grin.