[He grins and snags a last cookie and pushes the plate closer to the skeleton, as if he thought the prop might just sigh and agree with them finally and stuff his face. It doesn't happen, but he can dream.]

It seems to run in the family, with us at least, but something tells me Albert isn't related to you. He'd probably like to fill himself up on something else, but I've yet to find what.

[The kiss is met with a soft hum, eyes closing briefly to savor it. Seems the Earl might be trying to make that a habit, and he wonders at returning the gesture when he has an opportunity.] I find I like his company well enough. We've had quite a debate a time or two. He's very spirited.