"Definitely," Lennon said. "Zenith bondage. I could be good with that... without the time limit." This conversation reminded him that he hadn't yet painted on Felix's naked body, something he still very much wanted to do. When Felix returned to him and took his hand to put it on the stick he'd picked out, Lennon leaned in for a quick kiss, again mentally cursing the goggles. At least he hadn't knocked their heads together in the process. "Thanks," he said, his tone soft and somehow warm.