[ Aspen tenses just a bit in surprise as he feels Sinbad behind him, leaning into his arms as his wings flutter beside him, a flash of goosebumps running up his bare shoulder. ]

They did. [ He feels so warm in this moment, and his heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest. He nudges him slightly, carefully turning around in his grasp to get onto his tiptoes and kiss his cheek, one hand lingering on his shoulder as the other strokes against his neck. ]

I hope what I'm wearing makes up for all the times I've alluded to dressing up for your generals but didn't dress up for you.