[ There's a soft snort into his shoulder at the first half of the lead up—because how could anything starting like that not be that, too?—but he does make a good point. She placed a last, fast, unspecific, absolutely shamelessly selfish kiss against his hair and the ear closest. Simply because it was all right where she'd had her face tucked. Sabine released her loose hold on his thin shoulders, lifting her weight to propel herself up; she moved even as she was talking. ]

Only been here like thirty minutes and already so needy. [ Whether he can see the expression of teasing is dependent on the light and trajectory of her shifting and fire light, but it's a ribbon of light in her voice. She's glad for all of it. All of of him. ]

Next thing, you'll want me to clear all the books off your side of the bed so you can lie down on the bed, too, hmm?
[ Sabine held out her hands to help him up once she no longer counted as under, or over, foot. Er. Leg. ] Up you go.