[Quiet for a moment, just watching him, his expression thoughtful and cheeks flushed-- and seems only to come back to himself when thunder rumbles outside, listening in to what Keith's saying. When he smiles back at him, it's gentle and genuine, soft despite it all.]
Well... [He trails off, just meeting his eyes, losing whatever he was about to say. A moment later, he collects himself, though.] You didn't make it easy. But I'll take the win.
[So you at least proved him wrong there? In any case, he lingers a moment longer and then the hands on his hips shift and move to cup the bottom of Keith's thighs. He stays like that for a moment longer than strictly necessary, like maybe he really doesn't want to end this moment, but then he does step back, carrying him easily.]
I meant what I said about the bed. [And he knows how flirty he sounds with his voice soft and breathless and-- honestly, fuck it. Whatever, he can't help it.]