"Kissing, though?" Ignatius repeats, and then lays back onto the floor, looking at Strange bemusedly before putting his hand over his face. He doesn't know what to make of that at all, so he's just gunna... not do anything about it, what so ever.

"It feels like... raw element. Against my alignment. Like a human, having fire in their veins..." He peeks out from beneath his hand at Strange, then covers it again. "...Not you, a normal human."