His murmur's soft, wordless at being held, nestling an edge closer in appreciation. Even as he deepens the kiss, there's little force behind it; it could've been casual if not for the sense of attachment.

He's not even thinking about the visit at all; as far as he was concerned, everything was settled on that front. There would be cooking, sure, but there was plenty of time for that. For now, he's content to focus on the sensations, the way skin felt under his hands, the protectiveness of the embrace.