[ Utterly adorable in every way. Lilia couldn't help the bright smile that's worked its way back onto his face, as he looks to Floyd, after their kiss had broken. The device had been dropped somewhere, the photo forgotten for the moment by Lilia. He'd ask to see it later, when the two of them were done here.

His thumb carefully strokes Floyd's cheek for a second, hand still cradling his face as carefully as he can.

They're still so close, still close enough to practically just tilt their heads and capture the opposite's lips again. Lilia doesn't yet make the move. He wants to see what Floyd will do, see what he desires in this moment. If decided, he'd adore making a mess on these sheets with the paint and the paint alone. To Lilia, there's no pressure for the two of them to make a mess in the 'traditional' sense of the project.

Even so, this was fun. Messing around, with no true end goal in sight. ]

Very good, [ Lilia responds, voice quiet, full of pride, all directed towards Floyd. ] You were a natural with those photos... and that kiss was so sweet. I apologize for not asking first, but you looked so cute in those photos with me. How could I resist, hmmmm?