His breath hitches a little as the kiss deepens, and certainly he wants more. He doesn't know how much more exactly, but the Manna flowing through him is so pleasant and the feel of Uldren so close to him is exhilirating. He thought he'd forgotten what it was like to feel the giddy rush of kissing someone... but his tongue works better like this than it ever will when he's trying to talk, that's for sure. It slides over Uldren's in a practiced way, and he lets out a soft sigh through his nose.

Manna aside, he likes this. He likes Uldren, he's good company and could perhaps be called a good friend one day. He doesn't want to consider they could be more in the future, but he hopes they do this again. Though he worries that getting too close to Uldren will be a mistake somehow... he tries to push that aside for now. Uldren is far older and more experienced in looking after himself. The Courier didn't die, so maybe Uldren will be fine too?

His hand tangles in Uldren's hair and his kiss becomes a little more aggressive, and he hopes he's not pushing too far. He's just caught up in the moment, caught up in actually feeling positive about something for a change.