When Sam sits up and comes close enough for Krem to be able to feel his breath, how could he possibly deny that request?

"Is that feeling out literal or figurative?" he asks with a soft smirk, then cranes his neck up just enough to press his lips against Sam's throat then mouth up until he hits stubble. He makes a show of spluttering over it, then catches Sam's lips in a proper kiss. He would let the mage lead this where he wanted.