Ishiah's lips curve into a smile when he feels Robin's nod, and he presses one last kiss into the delicate curls by the nape of Robin's neck. Spending a few seconds massaging Robin's shoulders, Ishiah turns both of them in the direction of the kitchen, hips cradling Robin's body. With Robin's limited patience for such hovering, Ishiah does his best to make the most of the couple of minutes he's permitted.

"Coming out of hibernation; one of your favorite times of year. We should make time to visit the countryside once it's warm enough," Ishiah murmurs, smoothing a hand up Robin's side and over his chest, until he's able to loosen Robin's tie and undo the top couple of buttons. "I'd like a drink. I've spent enough time in my own head today."

He gives Robin a little breathing room when he turns to reach for their glasses. "What are we drinking today?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder.