It's not that Aerith has never leaned against him in public before, but she certainly doesn't usually flirt with him like that, at least not without a few drinks in her and a quiet spot at a party. For a moment he freezes, thrill surging through him even as the fear of getting caught makes his heart rate quicken. He has to force himself to breathe deeply through his nostrils as her as presses up against him, nearly faltering when she murmurs that new name at him.

"I like when you keep me to yourself," he purrs back, allowing himself a very small rock of his hips toward her as he wraps his arms around her and kisses the side of her face. There's that feeling again, of risk and getting caught, but its tempered by a swell of adoration and pride that this is his wife. She's already chosen him and he's beyond pleased for anyone to see that. "And you know I'll follow any order you wish to give me."

The thought that, if she told him to take her in the dressing room, he would flashes across his mind, and he makes sure she feels the press of his cock against her ass even as he's aware he needs to either cool this off or commit in the next few moments. Even as he thinks it, though, the effort of keeping himself from getting too worked up while they play this game has its own sort of allure.