Lee smiles the way she does when she's not thinking about it — fully and unrestrained, tiny fangs poking out, pausing there a second before she remembers to rein it in. Her head is down, but he can probably still feel that smile.
She tips her head up and presses her mouth to his briefly and hilariously chastely considering what they were doing two minutes ago. She's soft and relaxed and happy, and it's cool enough that she doesn't want to get out of bed, though not so cold that she's miserable and shivering. Her nose brushes against his. "I like you, too."