McCoy clears his throat as he steps into her home, feeling like they've gone ahead and crossed over more than just the literal threshold and now he stands at her mercy, wanting to follow her lead and not overstep his bounds. "Here we are," he agrees and looks at the couch as he turns to her and takes a deep breath as he summons up his courage. He presses closer and wraps his arm around her back, easing closer to press his lips over hers in a light and soft kiss to start them off. "I don't mind the mess," he promises.