[ What's that cat no banana look from him elegant boyfriend? Michel blinks in surprise and touches Ganymede's cute nose with one fingertip. Mysterious. ]

It was never a competition to begin with, so I doubt anyone will dispute your win...

[ And to think, Ganymede called him competitive. Michel resettles a little against him, reaching for Ganymede's hand. Perhaps that's an acceptable level of affection that will forestall further mischief. ]

Were there others you wanted to greet yet?

[ Or is Ganymede in retreat? He's more friendly than Michel, but Michel can well understand wanting the recharging time. ]