[Oh no, don't kiss him more- it's going to make it even harder not to jump Murdoc if he does that. But he smirks when Murdoc pulls away and gives him a swat, letting out a chuckle. It's so easy to make him act like a diva. Bro licks his lips, enjoying the hint of cake lingering there, before moving over so that he can eat the real deal, picking up the bit of cake Murdoc didn't finish as the man talks to the dog.]

Quiet, huh? Well then I guess he's nothing like you. [He's speaking through the mouthful of cake he has, before swallowing it and looking around for a glass of milk.] What, you brought cake to the room but nothing to drink? Now I have to go get it my own damn self.

Also, I vote Broseph for the name, by the way.