Molly pretends to consider his question for a moment, but it isn't an act that holds up for long. She is, after all, the one who invited him here and in no uncertain terms. It would be impossible as hell to blame him for trying to get laid when that was the plan in the first place. Still, she might as well have a little fun with this part of things, too, enjoying the confidence that comes with someone whom she trusts wanting to sleep with her. It's a good feeling, and rarer than she'd like it to be.

"I guess not," she says, teasing, as he presses his mouth to her skin, her head tipping a little to the side on instinct. She gets the door unlocked a moment later and starts inside, flipping the lightswitch on her way in. "Well, here we are."