Vlad would have said something about how the dress was the farthest thing from old he'd ever seen, but taking the time to pull away and speak wasn't something he felt like bothering with.
When she took a few steps forward, he followed, the muttered disapproval - which usually would have angered him - only making him want to laugh. His grip on her tightened when he felt her lips along his jaw, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do you?" His voice was a rough whisper as he let his lips linger against her cheek, trailing a path down to her neck. "Then we can both agree that we both find the other irresistible." He met her eyes for a moment, pausing before kissing her again, this time without the careful gentleness he had before. Even beneath her coat he managed to trace absent patters on the bare skin of her arms, oblivious to the fact that they were still technically on a sidewalk.