"I got that goin' for me," he agrees, endlessly amused. Truth is he's barely got the presence of mind to say that, much less something properly affectionate. But he's pretty clear on how he feels, he thinks she ought to be able to tell.

He stretches just a little, moving his hand off her leg and propping himself up enough to look at her properly, slow and languorous, pausing for a brief kiss along the way. It does get a proper smile out of him, spreading slow and wide over his face. He's uncommonly relaxed, it's a rare sight (though, with any luck for the both of them, that might change.)

"Any time you like," he promises. All she needs to do to get him on his back is let him know that's where she wants him, honestly.