it IS fun. More then he's had in a while, and that's saying something with how he's just getting back from sneaking out to club with a bunch of drunken strangers. He did have a lot to learn still, but he also had a lot of practice sneaking around this place. He had a lot of practice with running silently too, even if he could be better. Much better, really. Mayer if he didn't slack off on his training he'd do better.

Moving from the door might be a good idea, but he didn't think that far head once in here. Besides, he really did just want to kiss her right now. And though his mind said strip her, he also rather liked this stupid sweater dress. Which lead to 'we're safe in here and I want to take my time with this body.'

Even thinking,mentally, she was just another body, he had still wanted to make sure she had some form of comfort here. Maybe it was one too many incidents where he flirted all night with someone and found they weren't as into oral things as he was. It always felt disappointing in the end.

Except she rolled her eyes and pulled him in to kiss him in reply.

Why the hell hasn't he tried to hit this before? He too groaned into the kiss, far too pleased with it, lips parted and his pierced tongue wanting to play. Leaning down into the kiss his hands drew back to his own shirt, trying to undo the last few buttons, wanting this off now.