*Malba takes in a shaky breath as that hand captures his own, as Zelos' lips press against his skin--of course, he can't help but give a soft laugh at the boy's next comments.* Y-yeah, if you say so, kid. Still--still the cutest. So you know and all. *he gently responds through those uneven breaths, tilting in to murmur affectionately against his ear.* N-nn. Definitely still, yeah. Like I said. Not wrecking anything, Zelos. You're... heh. Cute, teary, whatever it is--you're perfect, Zelos. I mean that.