He rolls his eyes as Noah climbs on top of the table and crawls across it over to Jesper. "You are so bloody contrary, for no reason." He sounds exasperated, but it doesn't much matter, does it? It's happening, whether he likes it or not.

As soon as Noah grabs Jesper, there's... something. The ghost of a hand cupping around the back of his head and– more intensely– a phantom press of lips against his. Something not quite as foreign as it had been weeks ago after his-brain-on-drugs-experiments in the asylum, but... wrong. Impossible.

By the time the wink from Jesper comes, Kaz is confused and frowning slightly as he tries to suss out what just happened. "...What exactly was in that shot, Noah." It isn't even a question, more than it's a demand for answers.