She ceases conversation for a while in order to kiss him, languid, affectionate kisses of reacquaintance. She fits well on his lap, in his arms, which are tight around her. Once she might have found it an absurd position to be in, but she became fond of it. For one thing, they're of a height when seated thus, which makes activities such as this convenient.

After a time she sighs and breaks away, nuzzling her forehead against his. "After six months of waiting, I'm not sure I want to be discreet." She chuckles. "Except in that I would dislike being interrupted. But I am more than a little tempted to simply tell you which room is mine and invite you to come in through the window each night."

They would mostly behave themselves, if he did. Mostly. Most likely.