She doesn't wait a second once they're inside. How long since they'd thrown themselves at each other with nothing to stop them? Before here certainly. Too busy since they arrived. Before that had been - messy. So messy. She'd be in the shocks of her drug addiction and feral against his lips.

Angel holds off on kissing him as she reaches her hands behind her own back to begin trying to get the dress undone. But she's laughing, squirming and wriggling in tripped steps to reach their shared room. Stopping further in as she gets it loose on her body in a tug she gets it down over her shoulders and a bends and shimmies her hips to step out of it. Doing a turn in front of Connor as she trailed her hands up her body, showing off the white lacey lingerie where it cupped her and curved her skin, off set against her tattoos and the glimmering gold jewellery like it was the dress - just for him. All for him.

"Do you like this too?" Her back to him, hands against on the outside of her thighs, curving for him too appreciate.