[ It doesn't take long to realize what the sudden and desperate press of skin means, the way it seems to echo in him. Like a fever seeking another fever to calm it — it's the same as his suit when it acts up, different from the other aphrodisiacs he's seen here. Flushed, flaring with all of these insistent little aches and pressures. Gaze flickering down, Lighter pauses a moment, but doesn't rebuff the contact. Instead, he tucks the breadth of his arm around her back, intending to half-steer half-support her away from the café. ]

I see now. Your suit's causing trouble for you, huh? [ A question laid low between them as he considers their options. It's not exactly a short trip out of the mall... ] Unfortunately, my suite's a long way down. Think you can hold on until we can get clear of here? I'm not usually opposed to making a scene, but in this instance...

[ At least he can still crack a joke. ]