He parted his lips to hers, letting her explore as she would, meeting her tongue with his own. He opened his own eyes when she pulled back a bit, he opened his eyes to look down at her.
She was right, he knew. And his team knew him well enough to know he didn't go pulling in the season. He didn't want to start them thinking differently now. He had an example to set. But Emma kept rambling her thoughts, which made him smirk.
"Now this isn't a proper date—and I dinna mean fancy shite," he assured her, thumb still slowly stroking her cheek. "I mean a first proper, 'Hey, Emma, ye wanna go have dinner and pints with me?'" And his tone indicated that was a question he was asking right now.
"Just kissin's fine," he admitted. "I mean, season's still goin' and I get real busy so, y'know. I mean slow, yeah? I'm not in a rush." He grimaced a bit, hoping she didn't take that the wrong way. But he liked Emma, liked hanging out with her—definitely liked kissing her—but, he had a rule of thumb and it was no getting involved with birds during the season. He was already bending that rule enough just kissing her.