Oh... Oh, well, Much had to admit he wasn't entirely surprised by her answer, but the extent of his disappointment did take him off guard, a little. For a moment, too, the thought that if he kissed her again she might change her mind announced itself loudly in his head, and with a firm kind of horror he shoved it away.
And then Qebhet kissed him again, but there was such a finality to it that there was no chance it could be misconstrued (whatever parts of Much's body might like to insist). Oh, but it was so sweet... Much lingered as Qebhet did, keeping his eyes closed for a long moment after her hands slipped from his face and the warmth of her body pulled away from his.
He took a long, deep, sobering breath, and finally opened his eyes on the end of the exhale, the corners of his mouth turning up in agreement. "I'm glad you did too," he said, earnestly. "I had a fun night. The whole thing. But yeah, it's time I got you home, isn't it?"