What the fuck does your hand have to do with kissing me?

[ Still, now she's rolling her eyes and dropping her clothes. A glance at the clock tells her that she has a fair few hours before she has to prep for opening, and she takes him by his (notably sticky) hand and begins to lead him up the stairs behind the counter, still bare-ass naked. ]

We have a shower. You smell like booze and jizz. [ And only one of those things smells appetizing to her ghoulish sensibilities. Spoiler: it's not the booze. ]

I'm pretty sure I'd be the one doing the eating, anyway. [ A daring statement, all things considered, and she flicks on the lights in the hallway as she leads him to the bathroom. ]