[ Silly Soundywaveypoo! "Terrible" is highly subjective! But she'll allow him to call her out more thoroughly another time. She can only focus on him and how he looks.

Would he look like this as his actual self, she wonders? Not that this would be nearly as easy to hold him, considering his head alone could probably crush her thighs, but it'd be worth a shot. If he had a face--because she's still under the impression that there's not much of one hidden away, if there is one at all--would he look so pleased as this? Would she be getting the rare treat of seeing him actually smile?

So many millions of years he's existed, and he's surely telling the truth. He's not used to affection at all. She frowns briefly at the thought, gently stroking other parts of his face. Anything to bring out more of that smile. ]

That makes two of us, then. It's the best sound to fall asleep to.

[ The slip is smoothed over in her mind, since she's going to choose to believe he used "your" in a general sense. Nothing nearly as personal as referring to only her! ]

C'mon, though. Don't wimp out on me! [ She returns his smile, tilting his head back towards her. ] Always say what you mean like you mean it with all your heart, even if you feel like you don't. Then you can say the weirdest things and no one will ever question you!

[ Her smile widens into a grin as she tickles under his chin. ] Or maybe I'll keep wondering how little ol' me can keep making someone like you blush?