To say he was proud of himself would be a bit of a stretch, but it looked like he had succeeded in distracting her. It didn't take much. He very much felt like they were still in their honeymoon period and had no desire to let it slide just yet. "If you want." He mumbled against her skin. Bed first, dessert after. Dinner was optional really. The kitchen could wait as long as nothing was going to catch fire, which, he looked up briefly, didn't look like a problem. Magic was a wonderful clean up tool.

He chuckled lowly, moving back up to kiss her fully, tangling his other hand in her hair gently. Now who was he distracting?