When Derek questioned why she was jealous of the people he trained and pointed out that she got to see him shirtless, she let out a soft giggle before humming, “Mmm, but not as often as them and I don’t get as much as I want” she teases before she gets pulled closer. Fingers dance along his other hand, because she knows how much he likes to be touched. “I wouldn’t mind either of those” she says happily, raising a hand to call one of the bartenders. “How are those classes going? Do they make you miss me?” She cooed once she is close to his ear.
“We’ll just have to fix that, now won’t we?” Crooned with a twitch of one brow – words laced with a promise though it was fairly evident that Hale hardly planned on going anywhere. Not with the way his skin buzzed so easily from the smallest of gestures. A rough laugh echoes from the trainer’s throat, head tipping just a bit, ear prickling with sensitivity that makes him smile that much more. “Of course, I always miss having you around.” Let out as Derek’s own hand pets over Kira’s hipbone, traces up and down with his thumb. “It’s going fine, though. Had an extremely lazy one come in and try to cut corners today – almost kicked him out entirely.” Long day indeed, hardly one he liked, but Derek still laughs at the memory. When the bartender approaches, he orders his usual drink with ease. “Get whatever you like, darling.”