She doesn't want to slip away from his lap but they're almost back, so she slides into the crook of his arm, still nibbling at his jaw, teeth fixing in his earlobe for a brief moment. There's a little growl in the back of her throat.

"I promise, I'll make it worth the wait."

Her fingertips slip between the buttons of his shirt, nails grazing his skin. (And if he's not concerned, then neither is she. She'll likely never see either of them again after tonight.)