It never stopped being wonderful hearing him laugh. She'd seen him in so many scenarios. So many different positions. The young noble with too much on his shoulders, the soldier freshly returned to find his world upside down. And, of course, the outlaw, willing to sacrifice everything to make a better England. But this Robin? This was her favorite. The happy one. The one able to settle into a life, into a routine. Oh, she knew sometimes he found it difficult finding a purpose in a place like this. But they'd make it work. He'd find where he belonged and he'd have her to help him.
She also rather loved that moment she knew she had him. And the almost missed tilt of his head told her she did. As it hit her, her motions became more intentional, firm kisses rather than just the brush of lips from speaking. "Mmm?" she questioned idly, hardly actually caring if he let her win arguments or not. "You like seeing me all angry, don't you?" The words were whispered, every single tone deliberate, well placed, years of being under this man's spell surfacing. "You like seeing what'll come of it...what'll benefit you."