"Not at all, but I have to say, if it were for that dress, I'd wait out here without warming charms all night if you asked me to," he answered after their kiss, taking a moment to look her up and down with wide, appreciative eyes.
"You look amazing. I should bring you dancing every weekend." Adrian didn't dance. He knew the classics of wizarding society, of course, but his visits to clubs in the past - even Wingbeat - had consisted of good whiskey and a seat at the bar. He hoped tonight would be the same. He'd sit in a club - no matter how noisy and anonymous and sweaty - all night if he got to watch Alicia dance in that dress. Hell, in pajamas and a terry bathrobe. In muggle overalls.
Kissing her again, this time more deeply, he looped his arm around her and only broke the kiss to indicate the entrance, "Shall we, gorgeous?"