Bash nods readily, all solemn agreement, not breaking eye contact even though he kind of wants to look everywhere. Catalogue everything. His fingers twitch with it from where they've slid to hover even with Lucas' collarbones now that he's flat-footed once more. "Thanks for the save."

He lets it rest there for a good second - which is about a good second longer than he'd like to - before impulse wins out and he steals a kiss for himself. Quick, in the manner of all good thievery, and firm. He maybe has to go way up on his toes for it, so the end result's a bit wobbly, but there's a smile pressed very securely into the middle of it.

"I, uh -" He grins, shooting for self-assured and landing somewhere around sheepishly pleased, scrubbing the heel of one hand across his cheek in some futile attempt to wipe off the brightness that's settled in under his skin. "Just in case?"