[His smile turns more indulgent-- the response is familiar, after all, and endearing all the same. He only hums in response, for a moment, accepting his dismissal.]
I know you are. Thanks, baby. [You're still the prettiest tho. he doesn't make the rules.]
[Still, the touch to his face is distracting and he closes his eyes, his smile softening and letting out a little breath, leaning into that touch. mmf.]