He brought their joined hands to his lips, brushing a kiss against her wrist with a grin. "Good," he murmured, not needing the reassurance but enjoying knowing it was true all the same. There were so many horror stories about mums and their sons' girlfriends not getting along, and he was relieved that wasn't the case for them. He knew he could be a bit of a mum's boy, and that it would put a strain on his relationship if they didn't get along.
Thad's eyebrows shot up as her hand went to his cheek, holding still, before cracking a crooked grin when she'd finished removing the stray eyelash. "I have a feeling you won't even need to ask. She's always giving paintings as gifts," he said, his smile softening a bit. Things might have been a little strained between him and Jules since the whole Kezia thing, but she'd respected his wishes on how much to tell him, and so he thought things would be fine in time. "Is there a certain vision you've got for it, though?" he asked, wondering what sort of style she was imagining.