"Bah, stop that," Keigo chided, settling against the couch, and subsequently Ichigo, with a little sigh. He felt the tug of his hand against his face, felt the subtle way in which Ichigo's palm cupped at his face, and Keigo could only smile warmly. Even still, he tried to act put off... Keigo thought it was cute. He shifted the way he held Ichigo's hand, turning his head so that he could instead press a chaste kiss against the base of his palm.

"Nothing could displace such beauty," he hummed, purposefully flowery in how he spoke, but no less genuine about the sentiment. He fixed Ichigo with a loving gaze, eyes expressive and bright. "So don't try and convince me of otherwise!"