[Look, he knows Vergil by now. This is practically romantic. Thancred curses, teeth gritted, and whines for a moment.]

At least refrain from pulling it out!

[He complains, but as soon as he can pry Vergil's fingers loose from his hair he's putting hands on his shoulders and hopping up -- now with legs around Vergil's waist he is taller, and can kiss him from a new angle!]

But, [he murmurs against his lips,] I knew you would like that.