"Hey," says Stalas. "Are you somehow getting the impression I mind? Because I really don't. It's the good kind of overwhelming."

Then he grins.

"I still feel like something needs to be done about your standards, though." He picks up one of Mark's hands from where it rests on his shoulder, and kisses the palm, and nuzzles his cheek against it. "Maybe you should just keep touching me until you get used to it."