He wouldn't have to take his hands off her at all, if they were only going round the corner into the alley. He wouldn't have to hold back till they got back to his, he could have his hands up under her skirt in moments, and Much couldn't explain it (well he could, but he didn't want to) but he needed to hear her gasping in pleasure, he needed the sight of her pushed up against a wall, needed the feel of her writhing against his body, now. Much kissed her neck, his hands holding her body close, and pulled back to smirk at her, a devious smile on his face. "Yeah there is," he said, and nipped her lip. "Show me?"