You were doing much better than I was, though. [It was a silly thing to disagree on, but she was obviously adjusting faster than anyone he'd ever seen, and he didn't want her to think otherwise.]
Hot... chocolate. [His eyes closed, and his hands froze, the metal mugs clutched firmly in both as she rubbed his back. There was another small shiver as her hands trailed up; not because of the temperature difference, but because he wasn't expecting her to move further along. Lockon found himself almost wanting to lean back, into the motions. He didn't even acknowledge that he heard her question at all.]