There's a small growl as he catches her free hand, retrieving the cigars and holding them in his free hand -- hey! Those are important, okay okay -- and gently runs a thumb over her fingers, matching his tongue to her lips, before he catches her again, pulling her closer by the waist. "Can't say I didn't warn you," a small growl in her ear as he kisses down her gentle jawline and neck, trying to keep himself in the moment and not rushing too far ahead as he's really quite prone to do.