[and really, even though they are very much in the view of the public's eye, Dohalim really doesn't do much as Steak reaches into his kimono; his breath hitches at the touch as his thigh shifts into it]

I... I have no qualms about it, but... Unless you want an audience...

[and yet, he makes no move to lead Steak away from curious glances and scrutinizing stares. in fact, he tilts his head back in an invitation for more of those kisses along his jaw, his fingers graze along the back of Steak's neck in teasing touches. pressing himself against Steak even more, his thigh falls open just enough that he can slide it up against the Food Soul's side, curling his leg around his. that burning need in him wants more than this, but really, he does have a point]

If not somewhere private, but perhaps somewhere more comfortable...