That noise is so sweet, and her returning touch has the muscles over his ribs tensing up, biting his lip against a sound of his own. He loves being with her like this, enough so that he's almost dreading her waking up and putting an end to it, as selfish as he recognizes that to be. He knows he can't be imagining how much she's enjoying this too, even if she isn't fully awake yet, which only adds to his conflict.

It takes him a full second to process the word, and he's honestly a bit startled at first. Bt when he really picks apart her tone, he has to laugh; a warm, full tone that rumbles in his chest. She isn't talking to him, and he couldn't find it more endearing. "You tell 'em," he encourages, brushing her bangs off her forehead idly.