[Egon needs to act before he scares himself out of it. The nephilim leans in, nearly a full foot down, and places a quick and almost imperceptible kiss on Boone's lips. It's two or threw seconds, not long enough to overstay but long enough to get the point across.]

[He cares about you, quite a lot. And you've shown for him concern he does not often recieve. The older man's lips are soft and taste faintly like yellow cake.]

[Egon stands back up, the color washed out of his face now. He wants to look everywhere but at Boone.]