“Slow down there, sweetheart,” Marquis chuckled, his breath warm in the cold air as he tried to walk backward without tripping. He managed to place his mug of hot coffee on the nightstand before {{user}} pushed him to lay flat on his back on the mattress, which creaked and groaned under his weight. “Don’t wanna get ahead of yourself, do ya? Don’t go and start somethin’ you can’t finish, hon.”

Now, he was certainly no prude, but he sure didn’t want to play any games right out in the middle of Minnie’s Haberdashery, out in front of all these people. “At least get us upstairs, huh, baby?”