[ oh, he sees that. he'll remember to kiss her between her horns more often...

he lets her guide him closer, though he keeps his hand at her cheek as long as she holds it in place. he's smiling, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. ]

'Course I would, sweetheart. [ and not just because she said she'd feel the same about him too, metal or flesh or what have you. ] I know you ain't about to lose to some muddle-fudgin' fish-faced cult fudger. You show that son of a nice lady some tough love for me.