[After a couple more moments, he's going to break the kiss, though his cheeks were still tinged with pink. . and his breathing is a bit irregular. He's going to give a nervous sort of grin.]

" . . S-So. . uh. . .that win you over. . a bit better than my. . uhhh. .'witty charm'?"

[. . It's painfully obvious that he was nervous. Normally, he was pretty adept at hiding that particular emotion. But then again, normally. He wouldn't have been kissing another bloke and enjoying it. He was a little shaken by this, because he had been quite convinced that he was, thank you very much, perfectly straight. He even had some pretty bikini-clad muggle women permanently adorning his room walls in Grimauld Place. Althoughadmittedlyalotofthatwasprobablyjusttopissoffhisparents... He was concerning himself a little bit by this sudden thought that he might not have been quite what he thought he was . . Or. . Oh, bloody hell. He didn't even know at this point.]