Mm. Starfish, maybe. It'd go with the birthmark, yeah?

[He lets himself be tugged down, shoulders bent and spine curved, but soon enough he takes matters into his own hands — quite literally — and scoops Bruno up by the waist instead, lifting him along with him so that he can stand upright and keep kissing him.]

I can't deny you anything anyway. When was the last time you can remember me saying no to you?