Bobo's hands run along Bull's back and shoulders, tracing the skin between the ropes, above them, fingers trailing along one bicep as his arms move. For a moment stepping back, not touching him in that moment just to look him over like that.

"Dear God," he murmurs, shaking his head. "Didn't expect this from you. Big. Strong. Flirtatious. Get you like this and you look beautiful," he says, stepping closer once more, stroking his fingers over his cheek and then up along the base of one of the horns. "Don't get this enough, do you?"