She blinked at him, slowly smiling when he agreed that slow would be fine. "Perfect. That's perfect." She bounced up on her toes again, lips pressing against his fleetingly. He wasn't running because she said slow. He was okay with slow. He wasn't going to be angry that she wasn't just wanting a shag.
Emma's hands slid down to press against his chest, leaning comfortably against him. "Was that an asking for now?" she asked, not quite sure if she'd heard right or followed some other path through the words than he meant. "For dinner and pints." Because it sounded like a good idea to her.