She scowled at Mischa, wishing she could at least make him do that. "Traitor," she said as he finally walked away.
Being in Cass' arms was not at all unpleasant, and when he eyed the table she looked askance. "I'm not ever eating off that again if we have sex on it," she said horrified.
She tried to wriggle out of the embrace, but was only being half hearted in her attempts. "And as for the floor, it might be perfectly clean, but my sense of adventure is telling me that soft and cushy surfaces are far more preferable than the floor."
"Even Mischa and Selene had a nice comfy patch of garden!" She wasn't so horrified as teasing now, curious to see how innovative he was, and amused by that quirky little smirk on his face.