[A gentle moment switches to an instinctive one, both of his palms falling down to smooth over the sides of her hips; fingertips to the hem of her skirt. He fights the urge just to pull it up and instead ghosts over and down her thighs, taking a hold of both to hoist her up with the help of the invisible barrier to her back. He takes a moment to prompt her to wrap them around his waist, turning towards the bar for a little help and leverage; ready to set her down on it and make his way down her neck with his mouth.]