Normally, Luke wouldn't have even considered sneaking up behind Cash, let alone going right for his face from behind which even any normal person might flinch at. But right now he just can't help feeling like everything is just fine. He feels great and Cash seems to be feeling great and it's all great.

He laughs throatily and lets his forehead down onto Cash's shoulder. Those guesses really tickle him.

"So very, very close but still no," he says, the grin audible in his voice. He kisses Cash's neck one more time before removing his hands and hopping up onto the barstool next to him. "A mime doesn't share your bed every night, unless there's something I'm not aware of. You should be very, very ashamed for not even thinking of your own boyfriend."

Luke leans his elbow on the bar, chin in his hand, and does his best round-eyed pouty face at Cash. He's really rather good at those, actually.