"Aye, aye," he agreed, fingers still tugging at the hem of her shirt before he slowly pulling away. "I'd warn ye that ye look thoroughly kissed and they might chaff ye a bit about it, but then I think ye can handle some drunk Quidditch players," he grinned, leaning forward and kissing her again just because he could now, just because he wanted to and she'd let him.
"One more drink and then we'll go find some food," he suggested, stepping fully back, but keeping her hand in his as he backed away.