Yukio actually loved, and adored the affectionate side. When she touched his cheek he couldn't help but push against her hand. God he had missed the touch of her fingers. Her loving touches. It was just the thing he cared to feel. This was one of the very many reasons he'd never leave Hayden. He might go to the other side of the world, but he would always come back for her. He was almost certain if he asked her too, she'd come with him in an instant. Which he had considered when he did leave, this last time. She was almost like his drug.
Cooing softly in his own way, he gave a small wimper when her hand left his skin. He took another drink of his own drink letting his ears take in the beats of the music. "So, what have you been up too?" He asked looking to her, admiring her features. "Do I get to know, about him?"