Rufus doesn't let go of Tseng's hand as Tseng leans over to kiss him, his thumb still lightly rubbing against the scar. His lips part to allow Tseng a little deeper but after a moment he puts a hand on his chest to push him away gently as a thought occurs to him.

"On the couch." The tone of his voice indicates it's an order but there is a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eyes that makes it clear he has something more in mind.

He pushes Tseng back a little further as he stands, unbuttoning his coat to place it over Tseng's desk. He loosens his tie next but doesn't take it off yet as he watches Tseng, already pleased with himself with what he has plans. "I trust you have no meetings soon."

As in, he expected that Tseng freed up the afternoon for them already.