His lips tugged into a smirk. "My nose on my ass? That's uh... pretty graphic, A." He knew she was reaching out to touch her. The vibrations through the soles of his bare feet let him know what was happening in every corner of his garden, but standing so close to her as he was now, he could more or less 'see' her outlined for him, her feminine shape, the outstretched limb now nearing his brow. He didn't flinch or pull away in any kind of surprise when she made contact, but did scrunch one side of his face in playful annoyance as she mussed his already catastrophic hair-do.
"I like all three of those things," was his flirtatious retort, and he reached up to take her wrist, pulling her closer with it so he could rub his filthy face against her shoulder like a make-shift towel. "There. No more ass-nose."