Don't, he says, after insulting me. Don't, don't-- you deserve it, you little brat--

[He kisses the side of his head firmly, his fingers tight around his hips. Then it's one arm tight around his waist, the other firmly beneath him, as Polnareff stands. Really, it's easy to pick Bruno up; the guy doesn't weigh too too much.]

C'mon. Cute as you falling asleep on me is, I'd actually like to lie in a bed for my birthday.