The little sting of the smack broke through his ire, drawing burning coal eyes back to hers...and the fire died almost immediately as he grinned at her, accepting the kiss meant to silence him.

Giving her his hand to steady herself as she got up, Neil watched her walk to the door, flopping back against the couch with a sigh as he lifted his arms to scrub them over his face and back through his hair, unwittingly putting himself on display in his barechested state.

He sat there a moment, until he felt an uncomfortable itch of awareness. Arms dropping and head lifting, he found himself briefly locking gazes with the faun looking past Regina and at him. Along with Regina's warning look, the faun got a puzzled, unhappy frown from Neil before she was frightened off by...

Well.

Regina's mouth clashed with his, hard and hungry and claiming--and despite the fact that he was actually getting kind of hungry, the cart of food was briefly forgotten as Neil kissed her back, a hand curling around her nape with every intention of dragging her back down and peeling off that pretty, sensible work dress with his damn teeth if he had to.

"Will you smack me if I tell you it's kinda hot when you're jealous?" he breathed with a grin between kisses.