[True to form, before Mikleo has much of a chance to even sigh about his words (of course... he'd say that, he wouldn't have expected any less, right?) or to consider anything else about their current predicament, there's Sorey -- already leaning in, already making the kind of tender intimate gesture like the touch of his hand that all things considered isn't so unfamiliar at all. And Mikleo knows he means his words.
More than that, he knows how much he feels the same. So... all right. flustered as he might feel by this situation, there's something stronger that leads him to meet Sorey halfway instead of telling him to wait or stop.]
... Yeah.
[It's all right. It's him. Somehow, despite what might seem the logical reaction, there's no "we'll just do it because we have to" between them about this.]