Hungry for something, perhaps, but nothing that could be found in that fridge. His mind had already wandered from the subjects that he had came to discuss, but when such a lovely distraction was placed right under his nose, it was hard to keep his focus. Slipping up behind her, Adam allowed his hands to slip down, arms twinging about her waist. They were alone in the house. Not even a spare maid to rat him out to Arthur, so he didn't see any reason to keep himself in check.
Angela was a strong enough woman to let him know her own desires if she was so inclined. And he was more than prepared for that sort of reaction. Blackeyes didn't even get the chance to purple on him, after all.
"I could think of a few things," Adam said, leaning down towards her. "But you're not going to find them in there."