Padmé's lips pursed, a perhaps futile attempt to hide the burgeoning smile at Anakin's playfulness. It was hard not to react well to such an attitude from Anakin. She knew what she was about to say would only worsen her flush, but she said it anyhow, "Well, it's a body - and a being in a body - that I'm quite fond of."
She shifted a little to place her far hand on the side of Anakin's head to hold it still for a moment and kissed the top of his forehead. It was an attempt to still him for a moment, that and to play at distracting him. A bit of verbal play, a hint of banter, a hint of teasing fun.
"So it matters to me. If slipping under the sheets as-is would warm you up..."