[ His eyes shut for a moment with a low, rough sound from his throat when she cups him. Just that small bit of contact has him looking at her like he's about to just throw her over his shoulder and head out of the bar. That would be a fitting exit for their previous stage performance. Instead he kisses her lips and tastes her mouth, making another frustrated sound. ]

Alright this is fucking torture.

[ He probably should have thought of that before he'd let his hand wander beneath her dress, but it was too late for that now. ]

Give me a minute and then let's get the fuck out of here.

[ Even with his lust addled senses, he takes a moment to check in on if that's also something she wants to do, and is ready for. ] I'd really like to take you back to my place, have you spend the night.