Kate leans down over him and slides her arms (sweetly) around his neck. "Kinda might not want you to. Get me out. Like being here." Which is a bigger admission than she means it to be, but fuck. It's not like they can do this whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing without him knowing she likes being with him.

"Want me again before dinner or should we be good and go?" she purrs. At least maybe they can avoid talking about it.