The Professor leans towards the Mycologist's lips, and teeth, and tongue, their breathing becoming more frequent, warmer, their eyes sharp, their claws gripping tighter on their companion...

"Then partake to your heart's desire, dear" it's the answer purred back-

Right before Noa finds the camera, sniffing it with curiosity, then deciding to lay on top of it, blocking view and sound to any possible onlooker.