Ulysses likes showing off, especially for Mackenzie, even if she can't really see him that well in the dark. When Jaime reaches for his face, he lifts his hands in turn, resting one on the other boy's hip, the other behind his head, and leaning into the kiss. Chastity is clearly not a priority here; he's committing to the... joke.

Ordinarily, he doesn't love 7MiH — too much time to mess up or lose steam — but the strange scandalousness of this whole thing feels different from usual. Thrilling and low pressure, because really, they were just teasing. Pulling at sweet, easily-flustered Jaime's pigtails — lovingly, of course. It wasn't real... but it was fun. A lot of fun.

He's panting a little as they break a part, but not so out of breath as to stop him from asking, reemerging smirk evident in his voice: "Enjoying the show?"