"Maybe I'll invite you to join me tomorrow," Loxley says, an easy smile that had lit up at the kiss to his mouth. He negligently pushes the heavy door closed but doesn't fuss with the locks.

He takes her free hand instead, and it's in the direction of the bed he goes. This sort of move is a little more differently connotative, now, when prior it was just a more comfortable place to sit in comparison to the chairs and table, if they weren't burdened with a meal. Still.

Loxley sits, a leg folded beneath him, the clasp to her hand shifting its angle to balance her to do the same.