How could she tell him that it was that peaceful, relaxed look she so craved? She knew him, he'd probably try and feel guilty for either not being relaxed often enough or for letting his guard down during the middle of a war. But they weren't mid-battle. This wasn't the Holy Land, or even Nottingham, where someone had to be on guard at all times. Yes, there were fights to be won. But not here and not now and not in her arms. She wouldn't allow that.
She bent her head, kissing the curve of his jaw from behind. "The one that makes you look like the teenaged boy I remember." The one who hadn't had a care in the world except her and their future. Her fingers trailed lower, rubbing firmly at his neck, then the tops of his shoulders, finding places where tension had built up. "Not so rough around the edges now, are you?" But, for once, there wasn't a hint of cheek to her tone. No teasing, no playful nature. Pure honesty. It was new and a bit different but it was also incredibly fulfilling, moments like this.