[It's a move he likes, fingers twined into the curls at the nape of his neck, a grip that grows tight as the other man uses it to pull him back and away, his eye fluttering open to look down into the other man's face, cheeks vaguely flushed from anticipation and the desire to indulge in something a little risque. And he does try to catch Phillip's eye, trying to gauge his reaction, trying to see if he's really okay with all this, strange as the situation might be and--

--and. It's only a little glimpse, something dark and cold and knowing, the inevitable certainty of one's own demise briefly arising in his body, his bones, and he shudders, just softly, as Phillip averts his gaze again. Well that's...interesting. He gives the other man a questioning look, one brow slightly raised, still not sure whether he imagined the whole thing or not and so when he answers it's only in response to what's said.]

I'm not quite in the mood for delay, if you see what I mean, so I wondered...ah, how you'd feel about something outdoorsy? There's the risk someone might stumble over us, of course, but...

[And there it is again, the wicked curve of his smile.]

That might make it more fun?