At this point, Trixa was willing to be led just about anywhere so long as she knew she'd be losing her clothing at the end of the trip. Still, she had to admit the rooftop greenhouse was a nice touch. Almost romantic even, if she was in the mood for romance.

Only she wasn't.

"Nice, I always did like sex under the stars." It was her turn to tug, this time on the lapel of his jacket, pulling him tight against her. Coy flirting was done, she wanted some action.