I don't know... I-- The fucker just wanted to take anything away from me. I...

[In so many ways, this could gnaw and claw at Till, make him upset, angry, grief stricken to have lost this time and all that experience with Ivan, for their kisses to have meant nothing to him until now, but... He doesn't want to think about that right now, what he wants is his lover and his kisses. He wants to breathe Ivan in and get lost in him, not this cloying smell of flowers and perfumes.

So instead, he moves to pull away from Ivan, just enough to see his face, reaching up with his hands to cup the man's jaw as he gazes into his eerily beautiful eyes.]

I think... we go somewhere quiet and kiss for a bit. Hm? I'd like to know better the feel of your mouth against me since I was blind until now.

[He leans forward to give Ivan a small kiss, humming into it.]