"I don't see how it could be a weird come-on unless you wanted it to be," he points out, and his eyes have accommodated enough to the darkness by then that he can make her out fairly well, reaching out to push her hair back, fingers lost in the thick of it as he closes the distance between them and kisses. Of course he wants her, but they have time, and he's in no hurry. He doesn't want to rush this, and he's glad for this, for just a kiss, for the way it made his heart tighten in the best of ways, and while they kiss he pulls her closer, and into his arms, because if she's spending the night she's not getting out of that much if he can help it.