[He lets out a huff, though it's full of amusement.]

You're definitely nicer to look at than I am.

[Still, that wasn't entirely a slight against himself. His body was marked with scars she had given him and he accepted them proudly. They were the marks of a fierce warrior, an even more fierce woman beneath even that. Somehow she had made him softer around the edges than he usually was. He still showed glimpses of that sharpness but not so much with her. Here, they were in each other's care.

He smiles fondly, absorbing her warmth against him and reveling in her life energy that wrapped around his like a blanket. His hand tangles through her hair pushing it over her shoulder again so that he can drag his fingertips down the back her of her neck.]

You're warm and soft and your freckles - I feel like I could count those forever if I tried.

[He was feeling sentimental and a little buzzed from the afterglow of their intimacy. Hopefully she wouldn't be put off by him for it.]