"It is rather blinding, isn't it?" she agrees with all due sympathy, loosely wrapping her arms around his neck. Maintaining a straight face is proving impossible, especially when he looks at her like that -- like she's hung the bloody moon in the sky. A warm smile lights her face as he leans in for a kiss, and meets him eagerly, one hand sliding down his chest, past his scars, then circling around his back to pull him closer.

When they break the kiss, she doesn't go far, dropping her chin so their foreheads nearly touch. "A fair point," she returns. "I wouldn't ask you to make a trek like that at this hour. Though if you're staying..." she moves to whisper in his ear, in part to hide her irrepressible smirk, and murmurs, "I could use some help getting out of all these clothes." Then, just to be sure she's got her point across, she gives his earlobe a very light nip.