As she pulled him into a shotgun kiss, his hand rests itself upon her lower back, pulling her in to get a greedy yet better taste of his fiancee. If this were someone else, he would of picked her up and slammed her roughly up against the window, but his mind was stronger than his own urges, which isn't an everyday thing. Why couldn't he do what he wanted? This will certainly upset him in the future, but that will be a bridge he'll burn when it's time to cross.
His now slightly warmer yellow eyes trailed up the now larger women, deeply infatuated with how powerful she looked. If he could even believe himself, he would say that he wanted her even more than before. "Do not worry, I know that you are much more than what you let on, making you an unpredictable ally." His voice came out like a purr, his accent now as heavy and coarse as a man born on the Scottish land. Clearing his throat, Ezra began to pull off his tie, his eyebrow perking up when she asked her final question. Is that what he wanted? Pondering about what she had said, he took off his business shirt and began to unbuckle his pants.
"Sariah, hm? A rather beautiful name, never heard of it till now.." Ezra continued as he places the belt on his desk. He was now lost in his thoughts as he heads towards his wardrobe, remember that he had to where the proper uniform to confirm his rank. "I am sure I will be able to handle you pitching in when you see fit..possibly even helping me earn the respect of my new lackies.."