[ Laughing brightly, his thumb does run gently over him bottom lip, bending out the shape before it returns again. ] You are naughty. Lucky me, hm?

[ Tipping his weight on his knee, he rather gracelessly shifts back onto the couch, keeping the book balanced where he fails to do so with the rest of himself, body mellow and loose. ] You're making me not want to show you this, darling. It's not what I'd call pleasant.