If it's in cash you've got a deal. [ Lips against his neck as she speaks, and she keeps them just brushing against his skin until he pulls back a little bit. She stops and looks at him then, a little surprised because she wasn't actually expecting him to say something serious, was expecting him to just keep running with the flippant side of things.

There's a shiver somewhere in the middle of that, tilting her chin up a little as she listens to him and her eyes slide closed. The timbre of his voice is low and calming and his hands are warm and gentle on her skin, exploring despite how intimately he knows every part of her, has touched her everywhere and every way. She looks back down as he finishes talking just in time to watch him go back to pressing his lips against her skin, puts both her hands under his shirt and starts to lift it up because suddenly she needs this off, needs to spread her hands across his skin the way that he's spreading his across her skin, wants to reflect back at him how she feels right now. ] Doesn't sound dumb at all.

[ It takes her a moment to think of how else to respond, how to tell him how she feels about hearing that because it's so precious to her, because part of her isn't entirely sure how she feels other than warmed and safe and loved. ] You make me feel safe too. I think I could do anything for you.