Connor pretended to consider this, tilting his head slightly and trying (and failing, on the whole) to keep a straight face. "This might just be true," he said after a moment, leaning in slightly to the small kiss she pressed to his lips. That more than anything was reassuring, since she instigated it. "Come sit with me, pretty Emily," he murmured, lips brushing her cheek. "Before you succeed in making my other knee weak enough I tumble to the floor." His grin was teasing and he was being dramatic again, since though his knee ached, it didn't outright hurt.