He smiled, the smirk of someone who's also had fantastic sex with the subject of the conversation.
"Yeah, he's very good at that sort of thing." He was still a bit sad that the two of them had never properly got together, mostly because Martha deserved someone to adore her and look after her and just be with her as she grew older, but he of all people knew that things didn't necessarily pan out that way. At least she had people who could make her feel wonderful in bed when she needed it - and he liked to think he himself was included in that list!
Pushing off against the side a bit, he scoots closer, close enough to lay his head down on her shoulder. "We all need a bit of comfort in this place," he says softly, not really looking for more, just at the moment. Just contact with an old friend, someone who understood him.