"The neighbours might talk," Roger suggested against Daphne's skin when she said that perhaps she should just leave her clothes at the door. In terms of practicality, that probably would be easier, since it seemed that no matter where they started, they most often than not ended up in bed together. Or on the sofa together, as the case might've been currently. "Besides," Roger added giving a lick against Daphne's belly button. "I'm not sure how much we'd ever talk to each other if you did just get here naked," he admitted before sliding her underwear off when Daphne raised her arse to make the process easier for him. Before she could properly settle back down, Roger ran one of his hands over her leg, moving it to one side just enough to comfortably settle between Daphne's thighs, lips pressing a kiss against her inner thigh.
Roger realised, after the last comment, that he actually really wouldn't want to not talk to Daphne, even in favour of sex. The sex, that Roger wouldn't want to give up either, but he did like talking to Daphne. It just came so easily that it never felt like a chore, even if Roger wasn't quite sure how Daphne made that happen. Rather than voicing any of that, though, Roger chose to press his lips against her instead, licking softly as he did.