[He could get used to this. Every kiss they share, from the tame to the heated, makes him feel right at home. He's wandered for centuries, but no one has ever made him feel as welcome as this. Vash doesn't know if he believes in something like a soulmate, but if ever such a thing existed, then Wolfwood would be that person for him.

He's just about to say as much out loud when thunk. Wolfwood flicks him square in the forehead. He claps his hand to his head with a yelp, rubbing at the space with a whimper.]

Owww! What did I do?!

[The scowl he directs toward Wolfwood quickly cracks into a dismayed, perhaps even flustered grimace. He twists his head to look away, glaring flustered daggers into his wall.]

C'mon! You knew what you were getting into the second you put your mouth on me! I can't help the fact that I had fun, you know...