[Wriothesley immediately returns the kiss, a pleased sigh against Kizuna's lips. Without the burning need poisoning his veins, he can easily amuse the press of their bodies in a more affectionate manner.

He laughs against Kizuna's lips.] You can start off slow. I'm not going to make you fight at my level, though, I'll never say no to more sparring buddies. [He rubs his nose against Kizuna's. His hands have left Kizuna's hair to wander.]

This isn't a body that lacks some physical activity, you know.