'Sneaks' up behind where he spots the sharpshooter sitting. Fingers lift to lightly tangle against the long ponytail to which he wraps around his knuckles and pulls-- lightly to force Xigbar to lean his head back just enough so that the Nocturne can lean over and smooch him once before he lets the dark hair slink out from his fingers. "Happy kiss day Xigs."
In most instances of having someone sneak up on him---or, more accurately, make an attempt---Xigbar’s reactions are far more malicious in nature once he gauges the moment to strike. However, in this very moment, he knows without a doubt just who it is that’s “stealthing” toward him by the subtle weight of his movements, his quieted breathing, his very aura---and he makes no movement to deny the encounter---
“Yeah yeah,” he purrs with a lazy grin once Demyx had departed, still leaned back against the headrest as he gazes at the younger man with his one “available” eye. “But c’mon---I know you can do better than that.”
