He seems to be OK with all those things, if the hands on her backside are anything to go by. His mouth presses to the pulse point on her neck, and he slips a leg between hers.

'Best way to move past it,' he murmurs.

It probably doesn't make any sense, but compared to the last ten minutes he reckons it's a bastion of sanity. His fingers stroke her arse, and then a couple start pulling her dressing gown up a bit, looking for some skin.