Things between them went quiet for awhile, and Oliver let himself slip back into that pleasant space between sleep and reality where he could entirely relax and not worry about the things to come. The intensity of Collin's kisses sent his pulse skyrocketing to the point that it was almost difficult for him to keep up without sending those few minutes well beyond snogging. He wasn't sure whether to be frustrated or relieved when the other's movements slowly calmed and came to a rather sweet ending.
He resisted the urge to bite at Collin's thumb playfully, because something in Collin's expression told him that he was not looking forward to leaving the hotel either, and with good reason. While Oliver was tired of trying to explain himself to people, even by owl, the idea of talking to people for the purpose of furthering their mission was starting to excite him. He wanted to do something before anyone else could decide to start taking more decisive actions. Get ahead of it all.
"How does Italian sound?" he asked, settling for turning and kissing Collin's palm before offering a hand so that they could unwind and gather their belongings. "Hopefully we can get to George's without running into anyone else and use tonight to regroup and get our bearings."