The sweets are dropped and forgotten in the moment of it. She does find that the spinning is less of a problem when she focuses on one thing at a time, and if that one thing is pressing her body against his, that's just as well. It's true, though: there is no need for excuses, not with all their previous arrangements in place. It isn't as if Rodolphus has to be here for this. He isn't always, and neither is Lucius, and neither is she. Sometimes, closing the doors on one is necessary, isn't it? And if she can cope being on the other side of it, so can he.

But honestly, that is a lot of thought for this time of night in this compromising a position, not that it stalls her. When he grips her hair, she grins into the kiss, and eagerness (and practice, perhaps) makes up for steady fingers when she begins to unfasten his robes. It would do her some good to think about the inevitable walk of shame to the apothecary tomorrow before work, or to think about the fact that work is lurking and sleep could do her some favour before that, but she is in an entirely single-minded mood right now.