Demi arches an eyebrow, as Chess escorts her into the small garden along the side of the church, intentionally secluded for just this sort of thing. "You do this on purpose, don't you? You<em>know</em>I don't like doing it in public," she says, with a grin. Then she leans in close, and whispers, "The potion hasn't worn off quite yet, either," as she starts to loosen her dress, to let Chess in, discretely.