"That's what I'm here for," he assured, smirk widening and dipping his head to place a tender kiss to her temple. Leaning back against the plush cushion of the couch he watched her through lidded eyes as he imagined pre-savior Emma.
Of course her form of recreation would actually just be more work. She was such a workaholic.
Efficiency was one thing, running herself into the ground was another. "Baked goods, how could I forget?" Eating hardly counted as a hobby but he'd give it to her. It gave him a small thought, stroking her chin fondly. "Would you like me to bake you something? I assume you've eaten." Probably not. This was a softer way of checking.