He couldn't help but let a small, light, heartfelt smile move onto his face. She liked it, and that's all he really truly wanted to know. He brushed her hair over her shoulder, back onto her back, before whispering into her ear, taking in the scent of the oil once more, "You deserves it. You deserves more, evens. But I couldn'ts finds anything more suitings of you dens dat. I sees dat you has a patience with me. You ain'ts lose at it yets. You truly don'ts does a things like any other sorts of woman I ever knows before." He quieted himself then and pressed a kiss to the corner of her jaw. "I has helps you takes things off twice, is times I helps you puts a thing on." He suggested.