[ He falls back to her lap, strength spent for the moment, as he grins up at her. Eyes drinking in the sight of that bright blush. He reaches up to brush his fingertips against her heated cheeks. ]

There's that color I like.

And I'm pretty sure that makes this the perfect time to be talking about it. Or doing it, rather. Besides. Now I can carry it back to Claude and tell him it's from you and it'll make both our days better.