Leo lets out a small laugh at this litany of compliments. He lets the hand in Rafael's hair travel down so Leo's thumb can trace his jaw. It's gentle compared to how tightly his other hand had grasped the back of Rafael's shirt, when he wasn't paying attention. "Not to ruin this for you." He smirks, stealing a kiss like he's bestowing a consolation prize, "But I'm actually with the future prom king. You'd look way better on posters."