Cleaned up from tag and dressed to be presentable, Felicia smirked when Victor was apparently hovering outside her door. Shutting the door, she gave him a kiss back and looked him over critically in case she could find seeping blood or yet another thing sticking out of him that shouldn't be there. "We do have to save space for dessert," she reminded him as she took his arm to head out. "It'd be a crime for Gibson's fudge to go to waste. And that's just wrong."