Stephen returned the kiss, smiling, while a part of him wondered just what had happened in the past hour. Adrian had seemed different, almost distant, and he wasn't sure what the reason was. He told himself that Adrian wasn't ashamed, or they wouldn't have gone at the benefit. If he kept repeating it, maybe he'd stop wondering.
He looked at the knife, feeling that same worry he had the first time he'd seen Adrian hurt. However, he put his hand around it, and feeling the Portkey take them through space. "Does it make you happy if I say I hate that knife?" he asked when they got to their destination.
He didn't mention that this wasn't theirs, but Adrian's. Too much time with Aurors made for a cranky Stephen, but there was no point in taking it out on Adrian. "And you've delivered," he said, looking around. Considering how clear the sky was, they couldn't be in the Pacific ocean. Atlantic then. "Where exactly are we?"