"That's good to know. I like a man that's flexible." Vax leans in, giving just a ghost of a kiss before he slips away entirely. "Well go on, stand against the target wall."

He retrieves the knives stuck in the wooden planks, then passes Bob again to stand several feet away. Vax flips one of the knives almost absently, the way other people might fidget with a piece of jewelry or their hair.