Leaning into the kiss, Luag smiled as he ran a hand through Nate's hair. It really would be nicer to just stay and continue what they had been doing, but if it was some poachers, he'd get his arse handed to him by his uncle for letting his guard down. Especially considering his reason for letting it down...
"Ah can handle it, bòidhchead," he murmured reassuringly. "Ye keep warm here an' Ah'll be back before ye can say Quidditch."
He brushed his lips against Nate's again, teasing his lower lip in a promise of more to come before reluctantly pulling away. Heading to the front door, he grabbed a jacket and threw it under his arm just in case he ended up taking a bit more time before he headed outside. Hopefully, this mess would just take a few minutes, not enough time for the chill to seep into him too much.