He's forgotten the music now, though, if asked, he'd probably say that he still heard it, somewhere. Any step he takes comes with polite uncertainty and more than enough time to be stopped, even though it's never quite been on the demon to put the breaks to any of this. Maybe, mostly, the tentativeness of the gestures are for himself.

The gentle hold around the demon turns a bit more sure, but no less gentle. The kiss turns a bit deeper, more certain. He does dread the morning, too, now that they're this close, and he finds himself not wanting to part, not yet, not anytime soon. They've been sharing a kind of closeness he had never experienced, even before tonight, but this...this is different now, somehow.

After a bit, he pulls away from the kiss with a very quiet gasp, but always holds them, onto them, noses sweetly against their cheek. "Should we stay here?" He murmurs, as if he doesn't know the answer.