Hermes nodded. "Of course," his mouth went tight, but a smirk tugged up the right corner of his lips before he'd positioned to suggest their kiss. Whether she was unsure of herself, or teasing him, Hermes couldn't tell. He found the question amusing either way, and a little endearing. Anytime Ronnie showcased a vulnerability was a welcome experience for Mr. Granger.
Well, she didn't seem cornered in at all, did she? Ronnie had taken the initiative and fulfilled his request, without any hindrance. Mostly, Hermes felt glad. He was happy to feel sure about something for once - that perhaps they'd come to a point where the both of them were tired with games. As his lips pressed against her wine-glossed ones, Hermes closed his eyes and savored the sensation of Ronnie's thin fingers brushing through his hair. It was a very warm feeling...
He hummed, to his surprise, a noise that sounded more like a moan in his throat, since he hadn't parted lips with the ginger beside him. His hands moved so that he was further embracing the girl he cared so much for; the one that drove him absolutely mental most times. Presently? It was a welcomed insanity. He withdrew from their kiss, hoping that it might've meant something. For him it certainly had. He smiled after glancing (briefly) away from her eyes. Her lap was going to get sticky... He took her glass and sat it beside his own, and moved so that he could remove his black jacket, but still held to Ronnie. "Here," he said, and began dabbing at her slender thighs with the garment. Boldly, he coaxed her to spread her knees so that he could dab between her legs, and he began grinning. "Didn't think I'd get you this excited..." he tried, and his chest shook with a semi-embarrassed laugh before he leaned in to steal a second kiss.