A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Oh yes. She would cart us both to bed and not let us out until the sun rose." For a brief moment, he misses Amanda strongly enough that he feels it as a jab between his ribs. But their time is done, and he is here with a man who is making wonderful promises with that tongue.

"Inside, perhaps," he asks, careful not to accidentally nip the tip of that tongue. Kurt isn't quite certain what will happen, only what he wants and that he's not nearly sober enough to be circumvent if they're on the roof much longer.