[These little traditions that he was exposed to was all for them. He had already lurked around beyond these walls when James was safely with Steve or sleeping soundly to understand other methods of the traditions of this light-filled holiday. Gifts for the loved one's he had taken in easily, a principle he understood without it having to be explained.

He had gifted Steve many, many times in the past when they had been courting. He hadn't realized it was courting until it had completed, but so many gifts had been shared between them.

He still eyed the mistletoe from where he stood under it, his arms curling tighter around Steve's body. He tipped his head back more with the kisses, his hips increasing their sway with the contact of those hands he was so intimately familiar with.]

Poisonous for you perhaps... I am built with a far stronger stomach than a normal human. Though if I can't eat that... what can I eat? [His eyes trailed down Steve's face and neck and then chest rather significantly.]