"Non, non, darling, you go right ahead." She chuckled softly, despite the bright-eyed expression at his rather cheeky, previous action that had inflicted a dust of rose upon her features. "I’ll sort little La Promesse out." She told him, her smile softening as she pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
"Okay." Alan chuckles, pressing back against her kiss, humming contently. "Stay warm, okay? I’ll be right back." Smirking, he gives her bottom one decent slap, before vacating the bed.
Fifteen minutes later, he’s fully clothed in his usual attire, jeans and a red flannel shirt, a thermal underneath, stained leather hiking boots. “It’s all ready for you.” He smiles, taking her beneath the elbow, guiding her down the hallway. “I put your towel here-” He touches her fingertips to it. “-on the top of the toilet, and I put your clothes here, next to the sink.” He strokes the back of her hand, smiling softly. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be in the kitchen.” He murmurs, and disappears quietly down the hall.