"I think I could fend them off, though I'm not entirely sure why." he shrugged. He was modest nearly to a fault. He used the hand she had clasped firmly to pull her close... something about the night, Paris, the beauty that was Luna... it was all intoxicating. He slid his hands around her waist and pulling her close as he leaned against the railing in the lift. Their decent was leisurely, and so were his lips as they pressed to hers.