Maybe it's just his imagination that he could feel the slightest pressure of being kissed back, but there's too much stuff going on to really focus on that, unconsciously licking at his bottom lip as he turns to make sure Gladio's not about to get arrested before relaxing a little. It doesn't do much for the heat in his face, though he tries to shrug it off like it hadn't been a big deal. (Even if, he thinks, for just a moment, he could be into kissing him again for real and not as some ruse.)

"I'm me," he breathes, not really wanting to look Gladio in the eye but doing it just to prove a point. "I swear I'm me. If they saw you causin' trouble, they'd have... I dunno. It wouldn't have been good." There's no way he can get the words "sex jail" to leave his mouth. After all, he'd been a submissive originally when he'd shown up, and now that he's a Dom... it's all weird.

He tries to make himself inhale, because if he doesn't, he'd probably pass out and that'd look super awkward.

"Do you wanna... We should get outta here before they come back. My place isn't too far." And there, he could certainly answer all the questions he had. Possibly even why he'd actually kissed him so unexpectedly. Uncurling his fingers, he runs them through his hair and musses it even more. "Or, uh, I guess if you feel like looking around, we could do that too?"