"If it helps, the mistletoe started it." He adds, though really that had just given him the excuse. Honestly he'd been wanting to kiss him for a while. It really didn't help when he got to spend time with him in the kitchen and he was more dressed down.

His hand settles over his ribs, stopping the tickling efforts for the moment, "I've seen him as a bird, and he makes a very cute cat. But I get the feeling that isn't exactly what you mean."