It's all unusual for Connor, but even he's not quite aware of his own peculiarities. He's too intent on licking up every last drop of blue before it evaporates, making little moaning purrs of pleasure along with some greedy little grunts when it's nearly gone. He nods and glances over to Sephiroth briefly before finishing up what's left, then wipes his hand on his jeans before swiping his sleeve across his mouth, leaving a smear of blue trailing across his cheek. He turns to face Sephiroth fully, and despite his smile and attempts at a casual demeanor, his LED is flashing red, belying the act- as if his squirrely fidgeting wasn't already.

"Isn't it? Strangest thing." His fingers are twitching, flexing with his almost uncontrollable desire to wrap them around Sephiroth's neck and hold him down. "Yeah, always. It always has been." He gives a nervous little chuckle, obviously staring now at the pulse point under Sephiroth's jaw. "What color is yours I wonder, hmm?"