[She just gives him a shrewd look, pulling him down by the back of the head so she can do just that. One hand will slip down between them, back to removing layers with a smoothing touch that's just as appreciative as it is productive. She thought to hold him close by the chain of his rosary when she notices he's not wearing it, eyes flickering down between parted lips after her thumb snags nothing and so she keeps her hand around the back of his neck.
Whatever. Plenty of other belt hoops, belts and long hair to get a grip of instead.]