"It's different," Danny gets out before Hedwig kisses him again, like he thinks that ought to be a satisfactory answer.

"A step stool? Don't those cost like thirty bucks?" Danny is definitely not ready for that level of commitment. At best he could maybe hire one on a trial basis, but would it even be worth it? The height difference is only an issue if they're both standing up.

He tilts his head and pulls Hedwig down by the jaw, slipping him the tongue. Danny might hate foreigners but he sure can't deny that the French know how to kiss.

And clearly they taught the Germans.