*Malba gives a soft--okay, embarrassed, yeah--laugh at this, his head ducking down a bit as he contemplates these words. In him all along? He's not so sure about that, but...* Same thing... same thing goes for you, Zelos. *he whispers, tilting in, resting warm lips lovingly against Zelos' neck.* Not as 'crazy' as you think... *he murmurs, lips brushing skin, his body sinking in so close to this deep, most intimate hold.*