He stands, looming above. His arms cross over his chest and he gives the slightest frown. "Ah. See. That's where you are mistaken. It's only right that I ask first. It's not a good thing to just take whatever I want." His morals wouldn't let him. Plus, he prefers to know that this man is okay with it.

But since he knows Ocelot is, Reinhardt can't help but take his hand first. Take it and bring it to his lips to kiss his knuckles. He grins. "They never told me where. That was for the challenge." He then puts the hand down so that he can lean over and over some more. So he can plant a warm kiss right on the man's mouth. It tastes slightly of beer. "That one...is for me."