Lee laughs, because this is ridiculous and you kind of have to, but whatever, there's the door, nothing is stopping her from walking out if she wants to. Instead she sits in his chair and puts her hand on his shoulder, tipping him towards her to start kissing him again — still chastely, hilariously so considering the kind of thing his coworkers (she hopes they've all gone off to do legitimate work things and not linger and wonder what they're doing in here) get up to, but Lee is not quite able to forget all the people on the other side of the wall. She's inhibited like this at the Chelsea, too, where one is often serenaded by loud rock music, humping, and amphetamine addicts screaming at each other.
At least it's quiet here. Relatively quiet.
She is absolutely going to fix his suit before she leaves. No one will be able to tell, right? Right?