Before Bobby could chicken out of it, he dared himself and went for it. Aleister's lips were just as he remembered, pliant and ready and skilled, as was everything about the demon. Of course he was skilled, given the amount of practise. Bobby doubted he could come even close to matching up, but at least it was a willing kiss and there was some enthusiasm, in spite of the uncertainly gnawing away at him. Overthinking, as Aleister had called out before.

He broke away slowly, his hand now resting against Aleister's cheek. He looked at him and wondered whether he had anything good to say here. He knew he didn't have the way with words that Aleister had and he didn't want to end up feeling stupid. "Better deal this time."