Somehow Bel had gotten it into his head that 'going home' would mean their usual nighttime routine, including separate beds -- that leaving would be admitting that it was just this evening.

Which as stupid, and he only realized he was doing it when Barcus made it explicit that going home was to give them some privacy to explore further. He grinned. "Yes, I did give you permission for the nibble. And I would like to join you in your bed and give you permission for many more things."