Just when he started to feel his skin cool down he finds himself blushing again. He cringes through Kyle's flattery and buries his face against the pillows. "Shut uppp," he whines, but his smile threatens to give away his real feelings about such attention.

Cleaning them up he pitches those wipes in a near by dust bin which he's quiet certain is a display model but so be it. "Thanks," he says and lifts the blankets enough for Kyle to come closer again. "Not just for the wet wipes. For. You know. All of it," he says bashfully. "You're kind of great at sex, you know? I dunno if you've ever been told that. But you are."