[ dinner. right. a hard thing to keep in mind as she tucks her head underneath his chin, enveloping herself in him as she makes herself comfortable. her fingertips are against his back, and viago wants nothing more than to nudge her to bed and fall asleep. but... dinner.

so he squeezes her once before guiding her face up so he can give her a brief kiss, exhaling softly against her mouth as he gently untangles them. resisting the urge to keep going, to sink his fingers into her hair and tug her head back just enough to expose her throat. it will never stop if he does that, and as teia pointed out... there is much to do. ]

May I have the privilege of accompanying you to said dinner?

[ in a teasing tone, running his thumb against her cheek a final time before letting go. ]

After you spent your requisite two hours showering and selecting what to wear, of course.

[ for as neurotic as he is, showering and getting changed tends to be a quick affair. maybe a bit longer, given he isn't in his usual home in salle, but it isn't as if he owns much to go through. teia, on the other hand, has too many clothes to fit into a single wardrobe, and selecting the perfect outfit often takes much longer. not that he minds. the end result is always worth it. ]