Wing will take calm over scowling anger or pushing him away, yes indeed. And since he isn't pushed away, he gets bolder, light touches the creep up Deadlock's arms and over his chestplates, moving a little at a time, like one approaches a feral turboxfox that's never know affection before.

"Did you hate it?" Wing is not going to argue the trap subject. Maybe it was in Deadlock's eyes, for all it was unintended. And maybe this is too, if you consider the circle of Wing's arms a trap, one he very much wants very much to make around Deadlock. But he'd never want his affections to be a true prison, "You can say no. You can say never or just not now. You can turn me away if you don't want this and I'll leave you be..."

Not that his actions do much to encourage turning him away, not the way he hovers close, optics lidded as they track the motion of his hands, his gaze doing as much to caress the dark metal as his hands do, lipplates parted invitingly. A trap? Probably, but he looks Deadlock in the eye then, all he's offering welling in the deep gold of his optics. Take it or leave it.