( the hand that she clenches into his shirt gets a sour look, but it's the fact that she's apparently already accessorizing the damn thing that makes him scoff, dropping a hand onto her head. )

What are you, some fashion model? --Hey.

( a hiss of breath, given that she's already pushing past him to slink further down the hall; what happened to him being the bad influence? he pads after her, pressing one damaged hand to the wall so that he can tilt his head past the frame--the couple's already wrapped around each other, engrossed in their kissing, and he peels back, away from the open door, flattening to the wall to consider.

he's trying hard to smile when he looks back down at her--and gives her a pointed nod. )

You're small. Get in there and stick low to the ground. That dress'll come off in like four minutes, tops.

( given the way the guy is getting handsy, they might have to wait even less time--and his grin is a little mischievous, bemused. )

If you get in trouble, I'll be your back up.