Phil exhales softly as the shoe comes up against him. He places a hand over top of it, then presses his lips down to kiss it through his fingers. His other hand peeks into Ossie's pant leg, his broad grasp sliding up the calf.

"I did, didn't I?" he hums as he pulls at the laces, hooking a talon into the lip and maneuvering it off of his foot; he leaves Ossie's ankle resting on his shoulder as he goes to take off the other. "Why don't you tell me more about that daydream of yours? Tell me aaall about it."