[If it's a purr he wants, a purr he gets, slow though it is to start up. He still feels faintly on edge being so close like this, despite loving how it feels. Like he's worried Vincent might jump out of the closet or something.]

Hah... That might work. I'll have to try that. [There's that noise Verso craves: a rumble from deep within Vanitas' throat as he he trails after Verso's lips, trying to keep contact as he pulls away. He knows he shouldn't, but the temptation is strong.

He tries, though, sitting back with a shaky breath and eyes screwed shut as he clutches at Verso's shirt.] Sometimes I wish you weren't so damn kind and considerate towards me... It makes me so happy that you are, though.