"Ah, uh..."
He doesn't usually keep his facade up around Incineroar, but he's not usually this quiet.
"I dunno! Y'got... real strong thighs, big arms, your torso's so wide that your chest sits higher than my entire body when I lay on my side... you're kind of a whole lot."
Tsk. He tries to stop his face from getting even redder. As always, it's done to a varying degree of success, especially not helped by the fact that the two seem to be getting even closer...
"Ugh, it's an unbelievable body, y'can't really blame me for gettin' like this..."
"I-It ain't my fault you're my type!"
Now he's blushing - unsurprisingly. Probably more of a shocker that he wasn't beet-red already.
"Y'can't blame me for gettin' flustered - in fact, I'm pretty sure half'a the things you do are t'get some sorta reaction outta me..."
do this, then at least let me lie on top! You're way bigger n' heavier than me!"
Not that such a metric is difficult to achieve. In any case, he brings his arms around the wrestler.
"You're *so* dramatic, kitty-cat."
Falco takes a deep breath as the larger male finally relents, rolling to his side, but still keeping his body near Incineroar's.
"Jeez... s-so what if I like it!? Last thing I need's my heart poundin' at a million beats per minute first thing in the mornin'... if we're gonna -
Gasp. Whether or not it was out of surprise or for breath was yet to be determined.
"You're... nff, such a weirdo... a super, super heavy weirdo, if y'ask me..."