Wing's optics widen slightly in surprise but he leans back in against Ambulon, his whole body softening.

"I don't mind at all," Wing says softly, turning his head and kissing the top of Ambulon's helm impulsively. He shifts, posture opening, his arms falling away from his own knees to curl around Ambulon's waist. His lips press briefly to Ambulon's cheek before he draws back again, smiling slightly.

"Would you tell me your name?"