This time, he says. But having Claude leaning against him like that is far too endearing to call him on it. In fact, Lorenz is only half listening, enough to get the meaning of what he's saying but it's a bit distracting having Claude so close.

"Never one for propriety, were you?" A soft murmur, he doesn't need to speak loudly... not really. For a moment he starts to turn his head, to lean in closer, his intentions clear. But he stills before he can, brow furrowing ever so slightly. He's not entirely sure how this works, what this is exactly. Better to ask than assume, though. "May I kiss you?"