His endearment, and the way he drawled it out, made her all but grin. And when he reached for her hand, she immediately stepped forward again and twined her fingers in with his, relieved that he still wanted her there.
Beyond relieved, really. The deep brown of her eyes showed a touch of adoration for him, though she quickly hid it again, unwilling to show something to him that might be stepped on later. It was a strange thing that she was, and she herself hadn't yet gotten used to it. She wouldn't expect him to be completely all right with her, now, either.
"Well," she answered, as they walked the other way. "That red chair is about the most comfortable chair in the world. If any chair were to be saved, it should be that one. Besides, there's no red quite like your red. Anndd..." She eyed him playfully. "I probably shouldn't have said that to you. You've got quite a head on those shoulders already. Wouldn't want to make it any bigger."