Hmph. [despite the derisive sound Archer's lips quirk upwards into a gentler, more honest version of his smirk. It almost can be called a smile.

The position is indeed scandalous enough, and Archer only adds to that by locking his hands around Caster's waist.]

Exactly this kind of attention, yes. I don't mind your lack of concept of personal space. [which is as close as he is to say that he's not adverse to sudden hugs or Caster looking over his shoulder while he cooks.] Being boyfriends is like being lovers, with affectionate gestures included. [or making cutesy food.]