"You know my taste better than that." It isn't even the terrible pun it could be; it's just a reminder that Kit knows how phenomenally attractive Vandelin has always found him. He hadn't quite succeeded, despite his best and most disciplined efforts, in convincing himself he didn't want this back.

Kit can afford honesty, while it's always been second-nature for Vandelin to obfuscate and hide. Even in his attempts to disentangle himself from all of this and drive Vandelin away, Kit had never for a second been anything but maddeningly, admirably straightforward. And to say something like that, so simple and open and bare and tender, as if it's nothing at all--how? How does anyone?

He tilts his head into a kiss, soft against the corner of Kit's lips. "I'd have come back anytime, you know."