His smile warms up at that, though it's probably not as serious as he finds he'd prefer. All of these thoughts he has around her lately are so dangerous, and yet he can't help it. He finds himself drawn more steadily into her orbit every day and it's getting harder and harder to mind or try to dissuade himself from his feelings. He never had been good at that anyway though, always one to wear his heart on his sleeve.

"Yeah," he agrees, but with a hint of bemusement this time. "Me, too." But he's kind of stuck with nowhere else to go. That's the problem with being richer than God, more often than not. He has everything -- and yet nothing, just like Yinsen had said. He tilts his head, sneaking looks sideways as he continues to dismantle his own suit, watching less than subtly as she does the same. "Are you okay?" He's studying her for injury, but in the past weeks he's also gotten to know her body, and as more of it is revealed he can't help reacting even to himself, the stirring of interest in his belly not triggering anything physical yet, but is undeniable all the same.