Much really like the touch of her hand on his jaw, although right now she could have touched him pretty much anywhere and it would have made him happy. He smiled back, content, and brushed a strand of sweaty hair back off her forehead. "I'd love to," he said. "If you think that was good, you should see me at breakfast," he winked at her, then laughed softly, not at anything in particular, just an expression of how content he was right this moment.