"Can we not?" Ron leaned forward slightly to kiss her again, taking a moment to secure his arm behind her back. "I mean - not that I don't love talking with you -" He stood suddenly, hoisting her up and holding her against his chest, only staggering a little as he half-tripped against the coffee table he'd forgotten to account for on his way across the living room. "But I've sort of been talking at people all day. You know - get the hell away from my desk, sodd off, I'm going home so do it your damned self, that sort of thing."