Mycroft's eyebrows hitch a little as Gregory pulls his hand towards him - and then they hitch a little higher as Gregory kissed his way across his knuckles. Mycroft was man enough to admit that his breath caught then as well.

He could hardly think of a response, to that statement, until Gregory was leaning in for that kiss. He let their lips mingle together for a moment - warm, wet, sweet and wanting - before muttering. "I would rather like to state -- hang the macaroons."