[Rather than looking coy and downright predatory, Daan's expression softens when he feels his arms released. Lightly, he places his hands down against Cloud's, gently squeezing.]

I would like it.

[Daan leans in to brush his lips against Cloud's cheek.] But not if you're worried. We can do something else. It won't hurt my feelings if you're not comfortable with it, Cloud.