"Or a little further out, there are townhouses that might give you more separation between studio and living space."

There's something exceptionally endearing about a little kiss rendering Devin tongue-twisted and tripping over his own words. Pleased, the Fool's smile broadens a touch impishly, and he leans in as though to coax his lover into another kiss--but pauses just short of doing so. "And perhaps a bit more... privacy?" he suggests softly instead, threading his fingers innocently through the hair at the nape of Devin's neck; the touch is invitation enough to forget their dinner plans, and find some other means of commemorating this next step in their relationship.