Before she had a chance to protest she was yanked out of her seat and pressed up against him, and her mouth had found his again. She settled in between his legs, and felt him push her so that she was right up against him. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, wondering just how far she was going to let this go before she'd inevitably stop it, or if she even would at all. Most of her did wonder why he was doing this, but she thought he was just lonely. She didn't mind, she could help like always, or thought she could.