"Pushing. Well." Krem must have been hanging around The Bull too long because his ears are turning a little pink. Well. At least JW can't see his face easily at this point still. In any case, when he sets him down, Krem has to make a decision on how to answer that.

He might like slow, might like courting, and he was in no hurry to jump the gun on this, but at the same time...he was still just him, and he did want some things.

His hand comes up to run his fingers through his hair, playing with the short buzzed back of his head as a distraction and looking at Jim's door rather than back into his eyes. "Well, he likes cinnamon twists, but I think he um, he likes kisses too."

He coughed, "Those aren't bad either."