With anyone else this would have been a disaster, with Kitty it was almost endearing. He chuckled at Kitty's assessment once their clothes had finally been discarded. "Could've been much worse," he agreed and put his arms around her to pull her in close for more kisses. This continued for several minutes until he began working (rather nimbly in his opinion, finally something was going right, and he'd always actually been pretty good at this part) on unhooking her bra while his tail flickered its way along her hip, impatient. Sometimes Kurt was sure it had a mind of its own.
Just as the last hook opened with a satisfying pop and he'd began to slide one of the straps from Kitty's shoulder, Kurt felt a strange vibration near his feet followed by the tinny sound of Nena singing the chorus of 99 Luftballoons. His phone. More specifically, Rogue. That was her ringtone. Kurt groaned loudly and rested his face against Kitty's shoulder for a second as he breathed in her scent and reminded himself that the threats he was making towards his sister in his head were very unchristian. Grudgingly he drew away from Kitty and reached down to search for his phone in his pants on the floor.