"You've never expressed such wanton need before. Why the change of heart?" he questions, his hand sliding out to press over Strange's chest if he can help it, keeping some space between them without him falling over.

Coming out of the Manor, Tyki had joked that if Strange ever tried to kiss him again he'd show the man a good and proper one, with tongue, but the thought to dominate the situation barely crosses his mind. He doesn't resist, not entirely, his hand coming up to block the kiss between their lips. There's an amused look on his face.

"Happy... with me? You'd have to learn to share, Mister Strange. I'm barely one to cling to just one individual. Perhaps I've stroked your ego far too much. Whatever this is that's overtaken you is sure to leave you with lasting regret. We're you not a friend I would've taken advantage of you already."