[Oh, now it's his turn to look flustered all over again, his smile soft and his face red. Yes, he can recall all the times you've called him pretty or handsome and it's making him feel a little shy all of a sudden. He can dish it out but can't take it, welp.]
Hey... [He says it softly, hands moving to cup his hips and draw him closer, kissing his forehead.] I get it. How do you think I feel every time you say something about me?