Thank Macaroni Jesus (What? Hey, he had still been a child when the Jones family stopped attending the Catholic Church.) Not caring about whatever worried her, because Slav did not even really think about it, he bent slightly to kiss her again. Stopping pretty much all flow of conversation.
Unusually bold, because he had to pick up his habits at least temporarily from someone else, Slav made the next move. One of his hands returned to her breast as he pressed her backward. Back towards the ledge where she had just been sitting moments before.