It may have taken a second, sharper tug to get him to stop, and that one sends right shivers down his spine. Very, very excited ones.

"Ah." He licks his lips, which have already swelled with how he had about moved to sucking on the scar. It may not be his initials there, but the scar is still a part of her. Still beautiful. There is not even an inch of her that is not. "You mean you wouldn't enjoy breaking all the furniture?"

It was an option. He could replace it, after all --

But even in the haze lighting his eyes, he does know Julie would, perhaps, not be particularly thrilled. And he would appreciate not being interrupted if she were to come out of her room, or come home, or wherever she is.

So he simply lifts Nadine up until she's high enough to wrap legs around his waist, leaning up to kiss her lips this time. "I'm sure you have no complaints about the ride."

He may not exactly have the strength of a Witcher, but it is plenty to keep Nadine aloft long enough to make it to the bed, where they can fall together, him carefully on top. He kisses her again, cupping a cheek. "Arms above your head, dear."