[His laugh is more of a hum, a vibration in his chest that Art can probably feel better than hear, like this.]
Well... if you say so, then I gotta trust you. [He moves his hand to cup Art's cheek, smiling slightly, in a way that's softer than the teasing edge from before.]
Would you go out with me, darlin'? As much as I like sparrin' with you, I'm thinkin' it's a real shame we ain't had a real date yet. ... An' I promise to make it worth your while. [Alright, so maybe that edge isn't entirely gone.]