[His attention's further ahead up the street – ever alert when the two of them are out together like this, always scanning for movement in the dark or for a sign of potential threats – when her arms go around his neck. If that doesn't bring his attention back solely on her, the kiss certainly does – long, drawn out, a reminder that there's more than just one way to keep warm on a frosty winter's night like this. He turns to the brief embrace, slipping his hand around the small of her back and lacing his fingers through the other's.

Adam snorts. He's been accused of being a lot of things– but coy's a new one.]

Some day you're going to have to tell me how it is you do that.

[You know – always getting people to do what she wants. He's going to go ahead and attribute that to some mysterious talent she's got, anyway. Better that than to admit that maybe he's just kind of a pushover when it comes to her. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile – that'd been his initial assessment of her the first time they'd met. He hadn't been wrong.

She pulls back, meeting a second or two's resistance before he obligingly withdraws his hands, resting them instead on her hips. He's silent for a moment further, meeting that challenging look in her eye with his own gaze. Green-gold, slightly reflective even in the dim street light– and saying everything he can't say with words.

No use pretending; with his eyeshields drawn back, he might as well be an open book to her. His reply – when it finally comes – is in a low, quiet murmur.]

Sooner we get you back to your place, sooner we can see if I pass muster.

[Time to get in out of the cold.]