"Hello, Pippa." Rory smiles and brushes a quick kiss across her cheek before chuckling down at the floppy-eared pup currently play-bowing at his feet, rear-end wagging with excitement at the new visitor. "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be fine."

He does take care to set his guitar up on a side table, having had more than one case nibbled on by other animals over the years. Kneeling down, Rory gives Mr. Beaker a thorough ear and back scratch before standing to once more face the lovely redhead who's been occupying most of his thoughts since last night.

Ah yes, last night ... Rory steps close and slides his arms around her, unable to resist having her close any longer. "Thank you for the invitation, sweet," he murmurs before dipping his head for a slow, gentle kiss.