"Don't see why this would ever be a problem," Jim pursed his lips and shrugged. Really, if Bones wanted to kiss him all the time like this, then all the better for him. He sure was planning on taking full advantage of it.

He did pull back a hint at that question, though, shooting Bones a flat look with just a single eyebrow quirking upwards. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't even ask that." Yes, because Jim always planned setting up romantic dinner dates (where he actually tried to cook) for people he regretted getting involved with. That was clearly a standard for him. Actually Jim planning out dates of any sort at all was evidently the norm.

Honestly, he couldn't even fathom why Bones even felt he had to ask.

"Anyway— dinner? Or are you planning on eating me instead?"