[His eyes close and she feels the loss, not literally, not in the way a telepath or Force sensitive person would, but as someone who's experienced loss intimately. Not just her own either, even including her life as Legacy. It's another treat of her touch.]

Ah'm glad you do. It's rare for those who have experienced such things. [Her hand slips free from under his shirt to gently touch the side of his face, lingering a moment before she lets it fall to rest on his shoulder.]

You just want me off your lap. [She teases, but it's much softer than earlier, less poking and prodding at his boundaries and more lightening the tone. Her eyebrows lift, waggling gently.] Your place or mine?