Hah- a challenge!! My commander, my marshal, you should know not to challenge me!

[ bixing's grin has gone like - stupid. it's very stupid, and he tilts his head to kiss his adorable, red cheek, smiling like a dumbass as he nuzzles his nose against whatever part of his face is the closest, feeling cheered by the very idea. his mind's already spinning with thoughts, of romantic ways he could do it. maybe not here. but maybe? maybe he could get help? he could plan something amazing, maybe, if given enough time. ]

You're on. May the best man win.