It is unlikely they will be caught at this hour, for she has dismissed her servants already, and even though the party is only just now really breaking up and there will therefore be some traffic in the halls as people wind their way either home to their own houses or through the Manor to their own rooms, he highly doubts someone will poke their head into Ninon's rooms to check on her, even if he is not standing guard at his post outside her doors.

The impropriety is something he has not forgotten, but she clearly wants this with him, and he is tired of denying himself the things he wants. If this is going to be some secret, hurried dalliance — as it will be, by necessity — then he might as well let himself enjoy what moments of it he can.

"What I must, hm?" he murmurs, letting her kiss him and slowing down with his pace so that he does not bump them into anything while he's distracted by her lips on his.