He is undeniably a little worried that she will kick him out on his ear. It's not as if there isn't precedent for it, and Kaidy's a busy woman. But it's also dimly possible, he supposes, that she might not...

This all mists and fades when she strokes down his spine, and for some reason, when her fingers drift back up again he stretches out, his body trying to make the tickle-scratch-slide last longer without any input from him.

He breathes long and deep, eyes closed in sensation, before blinking and looking back to her with calm not-quite-drowsiness in his eyes. He smiles at her.

"Thank you." His cheeks pink, as he realises he probably shouldn't be saying words, but he feels like he ought to say it anyway. "For, um-" He waves a hand vaguely. He can't quite bring himself to say 'for not kicking me out', or even 'for still being here'. "You've probably got loads of better things to do than me."

He smiles again at her, and alright, yes, looks at her as well. He's not really paying attention to what he just said.