[Wriothesley sits up right and smiles warmly as he looks at the man stuck under him. He reaches out to gently tap Lon’qu’s nose.]

You seemed nervous. [It was more than seemed. The other man’s body language was screaming in ways that he could not help but feel like kissing them was maybe too much to take from them.]

I didn’t want to do anything you didn’t want to do or regret. A kiss on the cheek should suffice, I think. [Wriothesley was being mindful. Lon’qu seemed inexperienced and perhaps pushing the other, winner or not, seemed to be asking too much of them.]