"People know not to disturb me in there." Her tent is her own little space, her inner sanctum. Anyone who comes up to the flaps better be alerting her to a dying patient or else.

Well, she can't fault him for enthusiasm. If she was some high, noble born lady, she probably wouldn't let him kiss her right in the Great Hall, but she's just a mage, so she sets a hand on his chest and says, "Just one," before pressing her lips to his.