Walter hoists himself back to a mostly sitting position, leaning his weight on his shoulder against the back of the sofa. "And have the whole house smell like it?" He scrunches his nose up at that. He can practically hear Weyoun having a fit about how they could have burned the house down.

"C'mon." He reaches down and gently unfolds her arms, leaning down just far enough to kiss her hands. "It's not like I can't entertain you in the kitchen once we're sure it's not on fire."