*laughs too* Are you sure you don't want to go for a kilt again? You were pretty damned hot at Itarillë's wedding.
*hums into your kiss* Oh, love. You're far too good to me. *lies there for a moment, to give the hotel staffer a chance to be gone, and spends that short time savouring his own contentment* *stretches languorously and stands up, feeling almost giddy with happiness* *wanders into the living room, a foolishly happy smile still on his face*