Just because I can't see it, doesn't necessarily mean it's not there. I suppose. [Meaning he'll relinquish to his praise for the time being, even if deep down he's pretty sure none of it is still true. One of these days he'll get around to fixing that, but that's really not any time soon. As far as he's concerned, there's more important things to worry about.

To him it's... quite strange to have someone taking this sort of time with him. Usually in a manner he's not too fond of, or little comments that he'd rather forget. There had been a time or two when that wasn't the case, but it's easier to see the negative over the positive. But he's not about to tell him to not do something that certainly isn't a problem, even while he finds it all rather amusing. In a way it's almost soothing, especially when he can feel a nice bit of red burning at his cheeks and tips of his ears when he buries his face in his hair.]

Far more affectionate than I'm used to. [He muses softly, voice barely audible and more meant for his own thoughts than anything else. But he's quite keen to take what he can to memory, the hand on his thigh continuing little circles while his other goes back to exploring what muscle he can trace from stomach and up. Rough, but careful fingers, far more deft than they have any right to be.]