[The sensations fade abruptly, the unseen hands on his body disappearing as Peter's hand withdraws and Constantine catches himself from leaning in after the touch, shaking his head with a wry laugh. He'd give Peter a point for that and his skill down here, but when he didn't need to worry as much about what others might see or think...

He'd definitely have to see if the man could hold up as well then.]

Yeah, well I'd rather not be tossed out on my arse just-- [The remark is cut short as Peter makes good on his earlier promise as well, and Constantine smacks his leg against the table in his haste to rise. The sound gets a look from a few of the patrons, most of who look away once they realise what it is that they're looking at, although a friend of Constantine's catches his eye just long enough to shoot him an inquiring glace. He shakes his head just the slightest bit and grins as Peter tugs him forward. Nothing here that needs to be broken up, that's for sure.

Despite having been taken by surprise, he finds his footing quickly, pressing up behind Peter and sliding a hand into the waistband of his trousers just enough to squeeze his ass.]

Top of the stairs and end of the hall, honeymoon suite, or near enough as this place has to one.