Honestly, Regina didn't care whether they teleported to her room and combustion happened on a timetable measured in certainties, or walked and let it happen as it would when it did. She had no other plans for the evening, and if she had plans they probably would have amounted to 'invite Neil to join me for dinner'. They'd simply gotten an early and slightly unusual start on it.

She rubbed her cheek against his chest and playfully slipped a hand into his back pocket, knowing full well that wasn't going to make not combusting any more likely. "Then we'll risk it," she murmured, tilting her head up to grin cheekily at him, and all but begging a kiss. "As long as there's a chance."

They'd probably have each other vigorously later, enough so she could forgo the exercise, but she enjoyed his company. Getting chilly together with intermittent kisses would make getting warm together later that much more enjoyable. And she did like the idea of wine and fire and talking in front of it, then not talking--and, even the mental allusion to sex was enough to make her abdomen flutter with desire.