[Dave's not stupid. His lips are still tingling, but his stomach is twisted into a cold knot in the pit of his stomach. Still, when John pulls back, a part of Dave wants to follow him and kiss the frown off of his lips. But he doesn't. He forces a smile and raises his hands in front of him.]

Hey, no big. It'll just stay between you and me. Promise. No harm, no foul.

Damn, when did you learn to snog like that, though? Jesus, my knees are still weak.