He slipped his hand into hers, holding the leash out of the way with his other hand, and led her out of the room. She blinked at the comparatively bright lights of the lobby and followed him quietly, grateful for the solid warmth of his hand in hers. She felt dazed. Floating. She supposed she was partially just recovering from the orgasm, but it was something else too. She should feel embarrassed at what had just happened, ashamed, even, but she felt detached. Aside from the physical flush and the instinct to cling to Snape for security, she just felt... light. Light, warm, and curious for what would come next.