Tavros turns his attention back up to Gamzee with a bright, excited smile. He doesn't make breaking the rules a habit, mostly because there's rarely a reason he feels the need to. This seems like a worthy cause. "Maybe we can say, it made a slithery escapee, and we didn't notice?"

When he looks back to the snakeling he misses how Gamzee is leaning in closer, so when he's suddenly nuzzled it takes him a bit by surprise. The grip in Gamzee's shirt tightens as his face darkens. Part of him still wants to pull away out of sheer nervousness, but he stays because it was really nice for once, even if he had to pretend it was anything more than it really is. "I, uh... didn't do anything... different?"