Hemingway grinned against her cheek, rudely pressing a couple more rough kisses to her before pulling back. He quite liked that she was being bossy; if she was willing to have a little nag, that meant she wasn't overly worried about him in that moment. And that was definitely a good thing.
"Yes, Princess," he agreed obediently. "Are you going to help me?" he queried, remembering his earlier agreement to let her shave him at some point.