Her tongue was every bit as good as he remembered it tasting; it was like something he knew he shouldn't be eating, but ate it anyway because of how damned good it was, much like a drug. As her body arched into his, his hands slipped a bit lower, squeezing her ass. It had always been one of Medusa's finer assets.

"No... I suppose he don't." At her prompting, he finally broke the kiss, but only for a moment; just long enough to kick the chair down the hallway, sending it careening into the wall at the opposite end of the corridor. He'd have to go get it later. It wouldn't break; that chair had suffered far worse punishment in its years of abuse.

With the chair gone, his entire body was available to her at last. His hands slid back to her sides, pulling her frame against his. "We can do this here... or in my bedroom... or wherever else."

Or all of the above.