[ the subtle slide of her hands over his back, less frantic grip and more... grope, if you will... doesn't escape his notice. gray appreciates her appreciation, so to speak, as he strides carefully forward through the fray, his body language and fierce eyes doing their work to part the throng around them as they go. people seem content to give them a wide enough berth — no one touches eun — and he has time to enjoy the fact that while she's not docile, she accommodates him in liquid fashion for the convenience of their situation. she doesn't panic.

she's adaptable.

and if she chooses to slap him or otherwise punish him for it when he sets her down somewhere secluded, he'll appreciate that, too. ]

There's a saying, my dear. Don't tempt fate,

[ he replies over his shoulder as they finally make it down into a corridor where no more than a few couples press each other up against walls here and there. ]

I believe it applies just as well to doubting her, too. She might be tempted to prove you wrong. Ah—

[ gray slows to a halt, finding a cracked door. there's an unoccupied kink room he discovers as he widens the breach, complete with furniture: a circular velvet couch, a dance pole, a bed, various bondage gear assorted and on display, more items than he really knows what to do with to be honest... and a room key on a hook just inside. ]

—here we are.

[ with a firm but gentle grip, he lowers his newfound nymph to the floor inside and gestures to their surroundings with a shrug of one arm. ]

Certainly less crowded. Does it please the lady?