"You might have a point," he agreed, humming happily at her lips against his jaw. "I'd never get anything done, I'd just be pining after you endlessly," he admitted. "I'll buy you some underwear, then," he decided.
He listened rather thoughtfully as she spoke. He'd always had a deluded idea that he was going to be a writer, and stuck to that delusion well beyond the point that any reasonable person would have dared. So, he couldn't relate, but he did know that she was something special regardless.
"I think you're wonderful," he told her, more sweetly than he had been up until then. "I mean, I also think you're so sexy it physically hurts, but- that's- not what made me fall in love with you."