"Are you so lonely that even attention from your enemy seems favorable?" Pitch chuckled into his ear. "How the mighty have fallen." Jamie wasn’t pushing him away. He planned to milk this for all it was worth. Cupping his jaw gently with both hands, he turned Jamie’s face back toward him and pulled him into another kiss, coaxing the Guardian’s lips with his own.
This time he does grab the shadow robes of the Nightmare King. It's an anchor, something to keep him from falling away. "I can't deny that truth." he admits, softly accepting the kiss with the briefest hesitation. It's not what he would have asked for and yet here he is soaking up this touch, this acknowledgement. He doesn't kiss back. That would be too much and he can't give himself over to Pitch, not like that. "But I haven't fallen. No. I would say I know when to kneel."
