[ they are so serious - it makes him want to laugh, hearing them accept his "threat" so defiantly, like he's going to actually do something wicked. But he doesn't, letting the laughter simply fill his heart a little more. There's nothing coquettish about anything they say, even if, theoretically, the elements are there. Somehow, it's even more irresistible that way. ]

Don't act so unhappy about it. I think you rather enjoyed how that turned out. [ his tone is teasing; his hand slides up from their back to their neck and into the short-shorn hair behind their ears, cradling their head. ] But I don't need to go through the trouble a second time.

[ maybe he's playing into what they wanted - he's not so full of himself that he thinks Cairngorm was angling for him to kiss them again, because, again, surely they don't like it. He can't imagine they do. Even if they've put themself in the perfect position for it, and obliquely mentioned it just now, and told him not a minute ago that they don't mind touching if he's the other party. Even if, maybe, Lupin's gotten his hopes up a little. If that was the trap they set for him, he certainly doesn't mind getting caught in it. Despite his posturing, there's nothing aggressive in how he closes the distance between them, and no force or fire behind his kiss when he presses his lips to theirs again - just sweetness, slow and soft, and a comfortable wonder at feeling the immovable Cairngorm yield under his touch. The sensation is enough to make him forget everything he was just saying and thinking. He's kissed them before - a few times, not a lot. But it suddenly feels like the first time, another first time, the first time he's truly felt Cairngorm, and he unconsciously holds them a little tighter, lingers a little longer. ]