Zac turned in his seat when Lavender walk over, placing his hands securely on her hips, indulging in the taste of her lips when she kissed him. He was tempted to laugh when she said he might not be able to handle what she might do to him. He strongly doubted that, but that would probably be rather inappropriate to do and Zac was not the sort of man who would cockblock himself. So he agreed non-committally before running one of his hands down her outer thigh.
"If I recall correctly," he drew out slowly, teasingly. "I might have made some promises of making your time worth while," his hand kept slowly moving up and down across her thigh, whilst the fingers of the other hand toyed with the hem of her shirt. "With my tongue," Zac added just for good measure. Don't let it be said that he wasn't a man of his word.