For a second or two Jamie's not entirely sure what Sora's trying to do with all his flopping around and burrowing into his stomach and all. The vibrations of his voice against Jamie's solar plexus do weird things to his sternum and newly-formed scar tissue that make him squirm.

He's not sure he heard right, either - something about kissing? That couldn't be right. Or maybe it could - this is Sora, after all. Still, better be sure. Jamie kind of pushes Sora's head back with his forefinger and leans down to peer at him in drunken bewilderment.

"...you wanna what?"