"None at all, I imagine." Matt rolled his eyes. He never changed. Not that he was complaining; he definitely fancied Mello just as he was. Taking the cigarette from behind his ear, trying to act as calm as possible, he fished his lighter from his pocket and lit up. Making sure to blow the smoke above his head or to the side to keep out of Mello's face, he looked at him again; in all honesty, he had missed him. He couldn't remember what happened between dying and ending up in Paixao, but it had felt like ages since he last saw the blond. "Hnn. Well I just hadn't expected you to grab my arse in the middle of the street, Mello." He smirked. "Not that I'm complaining."

Doing his best to stay focused on what they had planned on doing, Matt couldn't help but smoke a little faster than he had at the cafe. The grope had been a surprise, definitely, but now that Mello had touched him, Matt was having a hard time even trying to keep his hands to himself. Although he had a feeling Mello wouldn't appreciate Matt snogging him up against a wall in the middle of the city just because he felt the need to touch him. Instead, he mirrored Mello's action, giving a none-too-subtle grope to his ass.