There's not an answer, or even a suggestion, so he winks in something like agreement, and promise, and challenge, something thoroughly flirting, accompanied by a wolfish smirk as he looks the older man over, taking every inch of him in greedily, and then he's off with a giddy laugh, ducking under his arm and sprinting away.

"Good luck, big man!" He calls after him, eyes open for a good place to hide, handholds to get away with, but not straying too far ahead. Just enough to make things interesting.