*Malba takes in an uneven breath, his cheeks warming more so at both Zelos' close position and his suggestive words. He lets out another soft laugh, however. He leans in, closing that small gap between their lips. After a moment, he pulls back a bit.* Guess... that's a flaw in the doing you on the floor idea, yeah. *he dryly remarks, his lips grazing Zelos' as he speaks.*