[in all honesty he probably wouldn't have noticed either way; confetti, no confetti; robot, no robot. this moment is unhurried and warm and comfortable, leaving -- for once -- no room for thoughts of the Order or the Vatican or the Earl. this feels real, and reassuring, and sincere; things Allen didn't believe could even be possible, not with Link and maybe not with anybody]
[it also helps that it's pretty hot, because that means that when he strokes his tongue against Link's the only thought he can muster is, he'll remember this kiss, and satisfaction]