Her simple touch shouldn't have that much of an effect on him. But he's still that petulant child who'll begrudgingly accept a placation, even if the grownup part of him wants more of it for entirely different reasons.

He snorts a chuckle as he stretches his legs out, wincing as the pins and needles start to take over. "Nope, not a broken neck, just a sore ass and a sore ego. And yeah, I think a lot of stuff that happened today shouldn't make it past-- well, this tree. Or at least you can lie about it all and make me look good."

He removes his sunglasses (knocked slightly askew but at least they didn't fly off), all the better to see the daylight filtering through the leaves and through her hair.

"Do you do everything with a hat on?"