[ She's a devious creature indeed, because he can't even be truly sullen about it now. Not that he isn't going to make perfunctory efforts, but - melting into her touch and all. It ruins what he was going for. ]

You're really clipping my wings here, Pep.

[ This part muttered into the scarce space between their lips, which also ruins what he's going for. Oh well. He plants one on her over the stupid little pig's head, because at least then he feels like he managed to own something here.

It's only after a longer, more drawn-out kiss that he pulls back and starts tugging her toward the bed, but not without a sudden pause. ]

Oh - and definitely no porkchops in the bed. He'll eat our pillows in our sleep.