I've barely noticed the time, [he breathes, meeting her lips with his once again to drink her dry, greedily deepening this kiss like his life depended on it. Or perhaps, like his subordinate's lives depended on it. His hands dance along the curves of her body, not wanting to hear a thing about Aether and what he may or may not do to them.

He's annoyed, but kissing her is calming him down quickly. He breaks again when his lungs begin to burn, his eyes glossed over and his expression not as dark as it had been a few moments ago.]

Besides, he's going to have to calm himself eventually. He'll give himself a heart attack at this rate.

[He goes in once more, feverishly kissing her, backing her up against the door until he runs out of breath again and has to pull away. Sighing, he knows he should probably check what his men were talking about.]

I should probably go up there...