He would, which was the premise behind his latest creation and one of the reasons behind his blood extraction device. His mind was like a spiders web, a branch for everything to be trapped in and mulled over, the way things should be. He laid back onto the bed with her, making a face as one of her pigtails smacked him, looking over at her.
When she said yes, he beamed, then nodded at her, "yep. We sure are." He said with a laugh, sliding his arms around her, holding her close. He returned her kiss, quite happier in that moment then he'd been in a very long time. He had her to thank for that. He closed his eyes when Confucius stepped on his face to move over him and towards his pillow, having forgotten that darn cat.