"Ah, you first," he told her, arching his eyebrows. He shifted slightly so he was propped up on his left arm. He didn't put any pressure on his hand, but it made it easier to see her, and more comfortable for him to rest while doing so.
"What were you dreaming about?" If he had to take a guess, he was pretty sure he already knew the answer. It didn't mean, however, that he didn't hope he was wrong.