[That earns a bit of a lean against him, and a content grin.] It's not a bad face, I guess.
[Arm linked through his, she shifts her drink over so that her free hand can reach up to touch at his ear. He did say it was more sensitive, after all. And since he made a point of telling her to be careful, she is. The skin of her roaming fingertips reinforces itself bit by bit, so the coarseness of his skin is barely felt.] I think they're cute. Your ears.