[Cross spares a quick moment to nip at her ear, silent long enough to prompt an "are you listening?" from next door. He tears his lips from her and snarls that they should confess more and bother him less.]
[He can't soundlessly shrug his coat off, so instead he moves its lapels off his lap, hint hint, and yanks her against him. And yes, groping her ass in the process, but it only seems polite/]