Dedue dutifully inclines his head downward, making it easier for Dimitri to press his lips to his jaw even as he chastises him. A deserved chastising, perhaps, since Dedue is teasing him, but is he not allowed to indulge his own whims on his birthday?

“Only a little,” he says, and tips his head so that the next kiss lands properly on his lips. “I cannot be blamed for it. You make a charming face when you are teased.”

But he is obedient to the next request, going to sit on the bench as he is bid. Dimitri has gone to since trouble for him, he can’t give him too hard a time about it.

“I do not require gifts,” he says, a sentiment that he has expressed many times on prior birthdays and likely would again. “Your company is gift enough.”