Phil sinks into the sensation as he kisses back. Some people have plenty of experience and don't get much better, but Hawkeye feels like he took every single encounter as a lecture and took notes. Besides that, though, he's just... warm. He's warm, and human, and real, and not only is his Earth familiar, his history, his personality, his likes and dislikes, and even his body all are too. His hands are rough with years of scrubbing, and holding him feels a little bit like home.

Phil leans back up, pulling them both to standing. Don't mind if he's leaning into Hawk's touch. "That's what they got me on the radio for. You're not half bad yourself." The hand on his neck pulls away to playfully snip his nose.

"So what made you change your mind from 'just a dance?' Was it the French? I first learned it to impress girls, you know."