[Maybe the "I think" is reason to hesitate, but her arms looping around his neck acts as confirmation enough for now. Sephiroth won't wait for her to lower herself to the ground. Instead, he hitches her up with a bracing grip, holding her in his arms as he turns around to lead them into the living area. If she wants to wrap her legs around him as they cross over, all the better for now.
His lips seek hers in the interim, a hungrily selfish gesture that does little to watch where he's going, but he has a general idea of where to deposit her. When his shins bump against the couch (or at least the nearest facsimile of a lounge sofa), he lowers her down onto the cushions. He’s kind enough to not simply drop her, but there’s a hurriedness to his actions, an eagerness to see her from a new angle above and take in the sight.]
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His lips seek hers in the interim, a hungrily selfish gesture that does little to watch where he's going, but he has a general idea of where to deposit her. When his shins bump against the couch (or at least the nearest facsimile of a lounge sofa), he lowers her down onto the cushions. He’s kind enough to not simply drop her, but there’s a hurriedness to his actions, an eagerness to see her from a new angle above and take in the sight.]