"Aww," he said. "But I like you all gooey in the middle," he said. Then paused, and arched a brow. "So that came out weird and creepy, and I didn't mean it like that," he told her. When she snuggled in he started to play with her hair, combing his fingers through to get the tangles out. She smelled nice.
"I know what you mean though, I mean, I know this'll come as a huge shock, but I'm not exactly physically gifted. My entire deal is causing utter chaos then running away. So, I'm fast! But can't really throw punches, or take punches, or not live in fear of punches..." he trailed off.
"And oh, ask away," he told her, laughing. "Passion, everyone abruptly getting hit with overwhelming, all consuming desire... it'd be awesome. And probably terrifying in it's own special way. But know what it wouldn't be? Boring."