"You told me you were a good dancer, so I wanted to see you dance, not just shuffle in place," he hums blamelessly. "And then when you asked me to kiss you, I thought, well, sure. I could do that. Why not? So I did."

His eyes flick aside, an almost bashful motion. He'd move his head if he didn't think it'd make Hawk take his hand away. "And, uh... it was good."