"The lake, perhaps?" Frederick teases, kissing her nose. "Or would you prefer a nice, tall tree? Or...!" He leans down one more time, to murmur very suggestively in her ear, "I've always wondered what it would be like in the air."

But he laughs again and starts to get up, however reluctantly, then offers a hand to help her do the same. "I'm sure our friend Bar could spare us a room, if we ask nicely."