...na-uh. [ he lets his wrist be taken as he turns his head, slow, to avoid sending the entire world into a blurry mess. ] I might not know what it looks like whole, but that doesn't mean I can't make an educatedly imaginative guess. [ he's making sense, he swears. ] I have a mask too. And it's also red. You have good taste. [ tugs on his wrist, so he can drag cosmo's hand over to his lips for a kiss. ] And so do I~