"Well then," Strange continues, leaning in back towards Arabella, moving his hands so they rest comfortably around her waist. "When we're bored of the ball, I'll take us back to my room and we can finish what we started." And have a whole bunch of gross married kissing followed by some gross married nookie.

Of course, this is after they're bored of the ball. There's something in Strange's mind that makes him want to keep dancing, makes him want to continue. Why would he be bored of the ball in the first place?

"Until then, I think I can remain content with talking, dancing, and simply being with you—as long as there's occasional kisses, of course."

And yep, he's going in for another smooch, stop being so shameless, Jonathan Strange.