"It's your fault, you have only yourself to blame," she murmurs, her chest still rising and falling more rapidly than normal as she finally manages to catch her breath. She really can't imagine going anywhere right now, because the idea of not being here with him is just completely impossible for her to deal with in this moment. Slowly, she manages to shift her weight toward him, holding herself up on one elbow so she can lean forward enough to kiss him.

"This was a really, really good date," she tells him with a laugh, because the actual date part of the date hadn't really lasted that long, though she's not sure that matters. Their dinner has been left up on the roof, but skipping the meal had been totally worth it, given how she feels right now. After a moment, she does suddenly remember that there's a bottle of champagne on the table in the hall and she thinks she'll go get that for the two of them as soon as she can trust her legs to get her there. "I mean it, I'm not sure I've ever had such a good date before."