Eleven hummed through her kiss, trying and failing to think about it. They probably should go somewhere else, put some physical distance between them, but who was he to refuse?

The thought of Lily changing his clothes held his attention for all of a moment before of course, asserting a reminder of the magic she'd used on herself just a short time before.

"..If you want," he volunteered, not minding terribly either way so long as he got to keep holding her like this. "But it might not be unthinkable that a gondolier might find some favor.."