"They know me here... The worst we'll get is a key slid onto the table not-so-subtly in our direction." He giggles a little, pulling Bel into the booth seat with him, wrapping his arms loosely around the drow's shoulders and facing him. He hums happily as he leans in to kiss his neck. Just softly for now, but not without tongue, while brushing his thumb along Bel's opposite cheekbone.