There is an extent to which Opal views sleeping in such closed off spaces an often unnecessary luxury, though certainly a welcome on days where the weather is more... eventful (and he will admit that that occurs more frequently here than in the Wood).

"I would be an exceptionally poor Viera if I were," he points out, amused, easily falling into step with their arms looped. If anything, it makes him all the more curious about where they're heading.

Not so curious that he's ignoring the signs of the man next to him, of course. He responds easily to the tug, like a dancer working off their partner, finding a way into the kiss with ease and returning the heat but breaking off just soon enough to make it more enticing.