"Pretty sure it's just in your nature," Poe said, and was clearly unbothered by it. If he wasn't attracted to the occasionally ornery and full of sarcasm type, marrying into it would have been a very poor choice indeed. It was fine, Poe was a glutton and they balanced each other out nicely. And it wasn't as if Poe wasn't without his own fire or sass some days.
"Love you too," he murmured, never not pleased to hear it, even if he was sad that there might be a day when he just didn't get to anymore. That was -- yeah, maybe he needed this distraction, needed to let that light touch sink in, down to his bones. Now would be a very stupid time to reassure his husband that he wasn't going anywhere even though he so desperately wanted to. "I'm yours," he said instead, because that was true, and always would be so. "And I love when you're around." It wasn't a proving point, but Poe shifted slightly in order to squirm out of his shirt, anyway. He wanted to be more in the moment and maybe Armitage wasn't leaning toward sex but Poe wasn't any kind of opposed.