Dylan's fingers curled in the front of Dave's shirt as they kissed. His eyes slid shut as the kiss deepened, and he yielded easily to Dave's hands. He didn't know what it was that had caused Dave to be so passionate lately, but he had an idea - maybe it was because of what Marijuana had said. Maybe this was Dave's way of proving to him that he would be around longer than the manipulative drug god had claimed. Maybe it had all just been a ploy on Marijuana's part, telling Dylan that he would die, to get Dylan to flee from Dave of his own accord so that the god could sweep in and reclaim his mortal. That was easy to believe, easier to believe. He returned the kiss more firmly, scraping Dave's lips with his teeth before pulling his chin back so he would have room to speak. "Always gonna-" He murmured, his lips just brushing Dave's as he reached blindly for the spool of ribbon on his bed. "Tie me down or I'll blow away."