"Traditional romance? There's only so much one can get out of books."

Lightly the Fool scoffs, his little smile curling further at the corners of his mouth. "You should not sell yourself short so," he chides and lifts his chin, brushing a soft kiss across Devin's lips. "But, if you would like some guidance..."

His hand slips from Devin's hair to find the front of his shirt and, with a theatrical flourish, he pops the first one loose.

Words really won't be an essential component of this next part, Devin, not to fret.