"Haven't spotted any yet, but if I do, you'll be the first to know." Housekeeping, really. How absurd. The cup in her hands becomes less of a concern the more time she spends jammed up against his broad frame-- not to mention broad hands. "Dunno, though. Between the two of us you were always better at sweeping up."

That minute bit of space gets smaller; Chloe draws him in with the edge of her heels.

He's all warmth across her mouth and in her grip. Solid weight and enough tension in the cut of his muscle beneath clothing (probably left over from Exsilium's harsh winter rather than anything here) to feel like something of an anchor.