[ not so much that as he likes wolfwood and his taste, and wants more of that. he could do without tasting himself, but he'll deal with that if it means getting to wolfwood.

when wolfwood asks if this is the gift, vash can't help but laugh, muffling the sound against wolfwood's shoulder. ]

No! I did bring you something, I said I was going to, to make up for leaving you this time. [ he pouts, lifting his head to look at wolfwood, although it really is half-hearted; he's too relaxed to be that pouty. especially with wolfwood's fingers in his hair, his body feels languid, relaxed. ] Although I was going to have a surprise for you if I got back and you weren't in the room. That'll have to wait.

[ until he can manage to wrap himself in that ribbon for wolfwood. ]