She doesn't exactly preen, but there's a definite air of smugness to her answering smile. She pinches her robe like she's about to curtsy, and with her free hand she takes his chin between her thumb and forefinger.

"I thought it was rather clever myself. Now, shut up."

With that, she leans forward and captures his mouth. He's graced with more than a peck goodbye, because he said he needed distractions to get him through the workday.

Well. Distractions are her specialty.