"I'd be a pacifist Batman, though," Kevin mused. "I don't really like fighting and violence. I don't know if I could do the things he does, even though he has good reasons." He paused. "And who you'd be... that depends on what kind of powers you think you'd have and what kind of animals you feel...mm."
She'd just licked his jaw, which somehow was the most distracting place her mouth had been yet, even though the other places had been... lower. Mostly it was distracting because her face was really close to his, her hair all sleep mussed and sticking up from the static of the blanket (which she probably didn't even notice). He'd been about to make a point that her personal preferences - not to mention taste buds - probably had everything to do with it, but the words got stuck (very ironically) on his tongue.
Lifting the hand that wasn't resting under his head, he touched her chin with two fingertips, a small grin appearing on his face. Then he leaned in and playfully, gently, bit the tip of her nose. "I think I like face taste," he said, laughing at how that sounded. "But I'd have to get at least three samples to be sure, right?"