[The second her hand comes up to gently brush his own, he knows he's gotten her, that whatever thoughts she was having before that weren't about climbing in bed with him were finally erased for the most part. Not that he's in any better shape either, barely even caring about the food at this point until she brings it up. Entranced and completely seduced by her, he feels his head fog up with thoughts of her on the bed, how he'd extract those familiar and delicious cries out of her, give her everything she wants and desires...]

...oh, right. I suppose we could put it away in case we take a little longer than expected, huh?

[Taking her hand, he stands to immediately pull her into a deep, ardorous kiss. His tongue wastes no time slipping inside of her mouth for a few moments as he presses not only himself against her, but also pressing his will into her as well- he needs her more than anything else, and he wants her to feel it, to know that he needs to taste her skin against his own.

Tartaglia releases their kiss slowly, managing to wink at her despite how breathless he is, gazing deeply into her eyes as he speaks.]

How about I take care of it, and you wait for me in the bedroom. I promise I'll be quick.