He huffed a light laugh at Ceph's tease, ducking to lean his forehead against he other wizard's chest.

They were being beyond cringe-y but he was so at ease and relaxed, it seemed natural enough. His face warmed, his hips relented happily to the arms around him. Virgil allowed his own hands to squeeze back in response - to let Cepheus know he relished the hint of possession. It felt dangerously like belonging; but he didn't linger on that.

There was no reason to linger on thoughts just now. They were only two wizards in the cold, on the cusp of tumbling into bed; away from the hubbub of London night lights.

"Yes..." Virgil murmured and then repeated himself clearly as he looked back up at his date, smiling faintly.  "Yes. I'd like that," he raised an eyebrow with the slightest touch of precocity. "Take me home with you, please."

It took every bit of sense in the blond not to ask Cepheus to perform other, less decent things to him. Things better asked in a bedroom, in his sweetest and pleading tones.