Oh yeah? You sure about that, brat? Even better than mint chocolate chip? *Malba teases, pressing into that clumsy touch to his cheek. It's... he loves the boy so damned much. That gentle touch, he....
Malba carefully resituates the boy just enough so he can free up a hand, moving that hand to rest on the one pressed against his cheek. After a moment, he takes hold of that hand, drawing it to his lips. He places a gentle kiss to the boy's warm skin, a soft sigh escaping him.*