Jessica clearly had absolutely no problems with staying close, Fjord, even as her eyes followed his toward the door. "Oh, yes," she agreed huskily. "Yes, of course. We've probably wasted too much time already."

She did not seem to be in any particular hurry to separate, though, lingering the way she did before finally twisting away, making the most out of all the arching and curving her body was capable of as she moved, including a wave of hair that seemed directly intended for his face.

And there was absolutely not an ounce of hurry in the slow, hip-swaying steps she started taking toward the door once she had moved away from Fjord, or in the pause she took to look over her shoulder becomingly to ensure that he was following. "You are coming...aren't you?"