She laughs in delight at his initial reaction to the nose kiss. He's not upset, and the way his face contorts at it amuses her far more than it should. She can't help but laugh. A laugh which very quickly turns into a moan when he kisses her again. It demands and consumes, and she's all too happy to lose herself in it, in him, and take just as much as he is.

There's a gasp when he pulls back, head spinning and filling with that heady haze that makes it hard to think and easy to be impulsive. She leans her head against his, enjoying the closeness while also battling not to shove him down to the floor and have her way with him. And his suggestion makes the urge harder to fight.

"I was going to suggest we go somewhere a little more comfortable," she says. "But I was loathe to part from you." She kisses him again, short but potent, pulling back after a moment to bite softly on his bottom lip.