Kissing... was like riding a bike?

Well, a speeder would be more accurate in his case.

Analogies aside, he didn't seem to have any trouble remembering how to do it when faced with an order like that. He was vaguely aware that the light in the room was hurting his eyes and that being this exposed was definitely a problem and that he had actually muttered 'yo ho' before moving in, but all semi-logical thought was being held back by some invisible override circuit in his brain.

Cat. Mouse. Dead.