[Palming shifts into something more akin to holding her close - not tight - just relaxed, loose, lazy and borderline indulgent. He finally takes in a big breath and lets it out, blinks at her, tries not to let a slow, smug smile crawl onto his face (and totally fails).]

Like what.

[It lacks the demand that his normal question-not-questions usually entail. If he felt like moving it'd be a gentle suggestion rather than a commanding prod. But nope.]