The memory blossoms and solidifies with the anchor of her words to evoke it, on knees that felt so different from his own, legs shaped entirely wrong (right for what he was.) As difficult as rational thought is with need so front and center, he finds appeal in the idea of a proper bed, to show that he can at times not be an improper savage about it all.

"Yes." A final kiss to seal the deal, then he climbs to his feet. He doesn't have to think about it, bending to scoop her up in his arms. It's a playful callback to the deadly seriousness of that night, when he would likely not have taken no for an answer. He's strong, but human. Her weight in his arms is as it should be with a gather and rustle of her dress.

"If the stairwell is narrow, I'll reluctantly relent." He flashes a smile and turns with her. "Direct me?"