[He sighs softly, reluctant to ease his arm away from her shoulders as she pulls away, but she'll see that he's still smiling from ear-to-ear when she does, his hand trailing down the length of her arm and his fingers gently curling against hers in that last moment before she pulls free. He leans forward against the mattress to watch her, propped up on one arm.]

I do like the sound of that.

[That would admittedly be something new for him, but a step he very much looks forward to. His voice is light and easy, playful as he watches her search for her pants with a mirthful gaze.]

Clothes, toothbrushes, other odds and ends— just practical, really. They're on the floor by the dresser, darling.