"You're smart," he said with a shrug. "It's not all book smarts for us claws, you know. It's about the whole package. A mixture of it all." He thought she was plenty smart. She didn't give herself enough credit. "Hating school aside, you're smart." He noticed her odd tone and gave her a curious glance. What was that about?
"Well, maybe not every girl. Ninth five percent, sure. But I'm not so full of myself that I would think every girl," he said sighing. "I'm just not that good. Yet," he added with a laugh now.
Considering it was quite a long time until he wanted to think about marriage, he didn't quite have a come back for that. The husband comment did make him think, though. He took his hand and drew lazy circles on her stomach, thinking. "Yeah, that makes sense. I guess there aren't many people I want calling me Ottoman, either. If you want to, that's cool though. I'm cool with you doing it.