He feels a warm little trill go through his middle at the way she presses against him, like it's second nature. And really, it is by now. It takes him a second to pick up on what she did, in fact, so distracted by her proximity and just -- her. He breathes a tiny laugh and looks back down at his plate.

But then his eyes bounce back up to the screen, glancing sideways to watch her watch the show, too. "I knew you would," he points out, making quick work of the corner he'd stolen off her omelette.