He's about to say something along the lines of right, because Hobbes and me do such a fucking awful job but it's lost in the kiss, in what the kiss isn't, because he wants it deeper. He nudges at Neil's lips with his tongue, trying to push them open, something just a little combative in it, something that he likes.

Kissing Neil has always been different from kissing Tom. Tom opens up fully into it, almost never holds anything back, though on occasion he'll find it in him to tease. Teasing... it's like Neil's second nature and he finds himself enjoying the contrast.