Oliver's eyes lit up in merriment. Pet her? She was just about as off with words as he seemed to be at the moment, if not more.
"Och, aye. I think I will." He chuckled before leaning forward to brush his lips over hers again. "And I get whatcha meant, wee'an." And another kiss, a bit slower, longer, more a teasing of his lips over that lower lip she just couldn't stop playing with. He stroked his thumb over her cheek, eyes shut, forehead still pressed against hers, but his grin in full bloom. "That?" he queried, thumb drifting up, slipping along the curve where jaw met ear.