"Ooh, she used the difficult voice," Finn said, putting the back of his free hand to his forehead. "I might just swoon, here, I'm out of practice. Do it again, sweetheart, I need breaking in." He was wry and exaggerated, playful and so, so glad to be. He opened one eye to peek at her from behind that hand, a grin as big as ever in his eyes. It was clear excitement was fine with him, as long as it was the kind that came straight from that ever-hot spark that lived right in between them, and not the external, bad kind. He still wanted to get closer, but he thought it was her turn to let him know more was okay, now.