A rather pleased sound escaped her at the kiss and touches, something that could almost be a purr caught with a low hum. The feel of metal never bothered her with him, taking an odd sort of delight in it and Rabbit's warmth. How those odd fingers of his, even when gloved, moved along her skin.

Her arms moved over his shoulder's easily enough, fingertips pressed against the backs of them and curled into fabric with a press against the metal underneath. Head having tilted just so for that kiss, and oh was that toast forgotten for something better.

Oh that smile that curved into place, nose bumping against his, "All yours."