He looked down at his wife, a bit of a lingering smile on his face while she wiped her lipstick off of his cheek. "So you play the doting wife, I play the affectionate husband and get more fans. What do you get out of it?" He leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling.
"If I had said having parchment sounded lovely while stroking your soft skin, would you have agreed?" He was teasing but he shifted his hand a little higher on her leg. The sound coming out of her mouth was distracting, the soft sigh spurring him on. He wanted to see if she would make that sound again.
"Flint Manour is very big, my suite is downstairs. I rarely see anyone else unless I go searching for them. I am sure you would be welcome there." He cleared his throat quietly wondering what made him invite her. He wasn't sure he wanted to deal with the drama that might happen with that situation.
Isaac ordered their food, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her inner thigh near the knee. He had scooted close enough that he was pressed against her side. He was enjoying her close proximity and the general conversation. "I am very glad you came tonight." He said after the server departed.