Mirage clasped Cliffjumper's (finally) offered hand tightly without giving any outward sign of the brief, hesitant flub. He stared down at the shorter mech, calm smile firmly in place.

::I warned you about the kiss, did I not? Brace yourself - it's coming momentarily.::

He placed his other hand over their joined pair, reciting a few brief sentences in Primal toward the crowd. His hand seemed to grow warm between their joined palms. If he stretched out the rite just slightly, to give Cliffjumper time to react appropriately, no one had to know.