[ The contact is welcome, familiar, and Kuro's eyes flutter closed for a brief moment. He can feel where Leo's nose could bump into his, another familiar point of contact. They're not Something, but they've always been something, and they always will be.

So he opens his eyes again, refocusing in that close space. ]

Knowin' you, you'd have put on one hell of a show. Could still do one, if you ask me, but maybe I'd make you work for it. [ His hands skirt from his sides to his waist, to his hips, down to the backs of his thighs. ]