Roger was very happy to oblige to the kissing. He had half-intended to tell her that they didn't have to, that he understood if she wasn't comfortable with this any longer. It had all been very strange and now here they were. But before Roger could say as much, Daphne pulled him into a kiss and, well, all of those good intentions kind of left Roger's head when she bit his lip. Without much of a thought at all, Roger moved his hand from her side, around to her back, pulling her body in closer. His other hand came to rest on Daphne's hip, giving it a squeeze. Then, almost experimentally, Roger lowered his hand from Daphne's back unto her arse, giving it a light squeeze.
When they finally broke the kiss apart, Roger felt like he needed to remind himself how to breathe. Giving another squeeze to her arse, but this one more playful than anything else, Roger let go, taking a small step back. "Come," he told her, reaching down to take her hand again before leading them to his bedroom. Roger didn't bother to close the door behind them since he lived on his own and there was no point. He did let go of Daphne's hand once they were in the bedroom, though, kicking his shoes off as he walked towards the night stand to put a light on. It was dim enough not to be oppressive but still bright enough for them to actually see each other.
Pulling his shirt over his head and then discarding it carelessly towards the dirty clothes basket, Roger gave Daphne a look. There was now far more distance between them and Roger both wanted to close it but also let her decide what she wanted to do. "Whatever you want," Roger told her surprising himself at just how much he meant it, before proceeding to unbuckle his trousers, pushing both them and his underwear off. Now, standing near his bed completely naked, Roger tilted his head slightly at Daphne, almost curiously in what she'd choose to do.