The kiss starts hard and ends soft as he eases, tension burnt away. He's smirking as he pulls his head back, looking at her face.

'You really do want it, don't you.'

It's not a question at all and he doesn't pull his body away from her - hell, he's barely even softening. A few minutes and he'd be ready to go again but she's said no and he can wait until after dinner. Besides, he needs to get out of the house. Apart from wanting to avoid his uncle, this last week has left him unable to sit still, antsy to the point of violence at times. But Fiona's not to know that.

'I'll take care of you later. We need to clean up and go.'