Ikon had to laugh at her reaction to his hands on her ass. He gave her a bit of a squeeze as she wiggled on his lap, causing a bit of serious friction to start to form. She knew how to move, even when she wasn't doing it intentionally.
"Not even a snack?" He asked, his lower lip poking out in a bit of a pout though it was ruined by the grin that shone all over the rest of his face. The kiss made him growl a little before she was thinking about his points again. 230? That just wouldn't do. So he hooked his arms around her, pulled her hard into his lap, her body tight against his own, and he kissed her. He had already forewarned her that he required some pre-dinner snogging. He fully intended to get it.