"No, I suppose it doesn't belong at that. And the elaboration would likely mean little to me." She closed her eyes a moment leaning her head against his shoulder and just enjoying the gentle touch to her hair. She'd always loved people playing with her hair. As a child, she'd loved when her sister had braided it and brushed it and put it into crazy styles.
She grinned then, sitting back up as his words really penetrated her occasionally thick skull. "You missed me," she teased. "This might bear some research. How long do I have to disappear for before I get the appreciation I deserve?" She wiggled slightly in his lap, her grin turning downright wicked. "A week? Less? More? If I'm gone longer, will the appreciation be more... heated?" Slowly and very deliberately Jean slid a finger between the buttons on his shirt, casually popping the top one free of its hole then wiggling her eyebrows playfully as she started on the next.