"Mmm, you only have to speak to make me the happiest man ever," he teased, kissing him again just because he could. Although he hadn't avoided touching Stephen, he had been a little more discreet than normal, not pawing him like he usually would.
Taking out the knife he habitually used as a Portkey, he made sure it was sheathed still and charmed it, hand curling around the hilt and encouraging Stephen to do the same. A minute later, there was a warm breeze surrounding them and Adrian opened his eyes, glad to see that it was still late afternoon and the light was brilliant, the day completely clear.
"Welcome to another of our not-quite humble abodes," he said, gesturing towards the house. "I promised you heat, the sun and sand, I believe?"