He's ready to put this less-than-ideal conversation behind them, particularly if that means they can enjoy some of the fruits of their illicit relationship. He kisses Watson again, softly, and then presses a kiss to Watson's throat delicately.

"You may," he murmurs coyly, and he kisses his neck delicately; he adds a small nip, more of an afterthought. "If you like. I'd really rather you didn't," he says huskily, and he draws away enough to give Watson a very seductively playful look.