[He's not used to her speaking during moments like this. He can tell that, for some reason, her own voice in the throes of intimacy seem to mortify her. So the compliment catches him off guard. Enough so that he bows his head as his cheeks start to flush.]
[He takes her hand brings it to his lips to kiss it affectionately. He's not sure what to say to that. He's never been one to consider himself handsome. He just...is. And while he has confidence in his physique, he's never been one to make it his character. It's just a facet of himself. Something to be proud of but not annoying about.]
[As is so often the case with him, he deflects the praise. While it's accepted, he pivots and turns to snark and witticisms.]
And here I thought you were...supposed to save the praise for after my pants come off...
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[He takes her hand brings it to his lips to kiss it affectionately. He's not sure what to say to that. He's never been one to consider himself handsome. He just...is. And while he has confidence in his physique, he's never been one to make it his character. It's just a facet of himself. Something to be proud of but not annoying about.]
[As is so often the case with him, he deflects the praise. While it's accepted, he pivots and turns to snark and witticisms.]
And here I thought you were...supposed to save the praise for after my pants come off...