His grin deepened and he wondered how far she'd let him go before fighting back. Certainly, her words told him to back off, but she didn't pull away or even push him when she did put her hands on him. He wanted to remark on why or how she would even bother with her hair considering the circumstances but she distracted him more than he anticipated. It had been awhile since he'd actually touched his wife and even when he last saw her, they were defeated, being carted off… but now here they were. Sort of.
"Everywhere and yet not where they should," he retorted, huskier, as the excitement had started to ramp up. Still moving his fingers through her hair, he reached down to move his hand along to her waist, somewhere between sensual and threatening. The grip he took ended up more of the latter as he brought her even closer to him.
"You're already mine, I hope you know." She hadn't angered him enough for a fight but he liked to push buttons, too, and see where it led. He was also curious whether she would try to deny him.