Strange and incomprehensible as this city is most of the time, it certainly has things to recommend it-- this being one, her blood heating in her veins at each touch. She's made no promises here, has had none made to her, and she's a free woman.

"Isn't that a much better surprise than a stupid plant," she breathes, shifting against him, sighing as he kisses her skin, at the use of his teeth. "Though I can't stay very angry at the plant right now." She turns his face to so that she can kiss him harder, scraping her teeth across his lower lip.

"Get a room," she echoes, taking her own turn now, nosing under his jaw and tasting the skin there. "If it means getting a bed, aye."