[He can't help it. He knows this is an incredibly inappropriate time for it, but he can't help it -- when she gets that smug look on her face and asks him if he finds her attractive, he lets out a burst of laughter.

He has to drop his head to her shoulder, frame shaking silently for several moments before he catches his breath.]

-- shit. Okay, all right, I'm all right.

[He leans in for another peck to her lips, much more light and casual.]

Fortunately for you, I both think you're attractive and have learned the patience of a saint.

[The shit-eating grin says otherwise.]