Liam's breath at his ear tickles, sends shivers down his spine. Marty always thinks he'll win at everything, but it's enough to make him doubt it this time. He doesn't mind the idea of that kind of loss, either. "You can try," he answers, turning his head just enough to catch the other boy's gaze. The kiss on his cheek temps him to kiss him right for real, right there in the middle of the dance, but he suspects that might be conceding, so he refrains.

He falls into step with Liam, maintaining a simple rhythm without needing to think about it. "You, if I'm lucky," he answers, cheeky as ever. Of course he isn't going to tell him his real target. The moon children stick together.