With a smile, Greg pulled Mycroft's hand towards him. Eyes still fixed on the man, he pressed his lips to knuckles, each one receiving the same warm, firm kiss.

"I think, all things considered, I would really like to at least try some dessert." he said, letting go of Mycroft's hand as
he half stood and leaned over the small expanse of the table.

His hand reached out and caught the front of Mycroft's waistcoat, pulling him towards him just a little.

"Unless you really wanted those macarons." he whispered right before his lips caught Mycroft's in a kiss.