A part of him really is hoping that Edwin will only rule out a deeper kiss and won't allow the whole thing to end, perhaps too completely mesmerized by cataloguing this new feeling to want to put a stop to it so soon... But he doesn't get his wish, so he can't hold back the frustrated little huff he pushes out through his nose as he leans a bit farther backwards.

Primarily the latter, he'd said, so the Cat knows at least that the kiss hadn't been all that bad up until the point he'd tried to deepen it. Alright, he can work with that. Next time he'll draw the foreplay out a little more, make Edwin crave new stimulation or give him no choice but to think about what else their mouths can do when connected. He has no assumptions at all that Edwin could be averse to feeling a tongue on him for any other reason, so when Edwin speaks up again, the Cat blinks away his daydreaming about ghost boy make outs, and makes a small chirp of confusion.

"Teeth?" He repeats, then quirks an eyebrow. "Good to know, but I wasn't gonna bite you or anything at first base."

Not entirely true, because he has no idea what he might have done if Edwin had let his tongue into his mouth, but he's pretty sure he wouldn't have nipped him right away. Pretty sure.