[He can feel his shirt getting tugged out of the back of his trousers. The set of hands that get on him directly after are much more noticeable. He enjoys the sensation for a moment, before he pauses, propping his chin up on Ariadne's chest and fixing his brown eyes with hers.]

As charming as snogging on a desk in a spare storeroom is, love You don't happen to know anywhere we could go a for little more privacy?

[Somewhere where half is family, surrogate or otherwise, is not currently across the hallway.]