[He gets the picture, at least enough of it. Hefting her up with ease (she really doesn't weigh much to him, at least, not with his height leveraging the ease of walking), he keeps going, even if she's intent on buckling his knees what with the touch to his hair, weakening him into soft sounds of pleasure.

Vasquez gives a noise of protest when he can't drape her across the bed, but standing and stripping him of his suit jacket is an okay trade.]

You make it sound like I only wandered into yours. I didn't only visit your club, you know, I just liked yours best.

[He thinks that ought to count for more, if anyone is keeping track.]