He manages a low noise against her mouth, swallowing and then baring his teeth briefly against the shape of her lips. He sets the mug aside, nudging it away across the cheap compressed-whatever the counter's made of.

"Funny enough, Nate and I been considering a bed and breakfast. I suppose we could make some room for you in the operation. Housekeeping, maybe." And his hands are creeping to her waist. Well-- hips, really. Well-- ass, really. "Get you kitted up in a lovely black and white uniform. D'you think that's still the thing in space?"