He's not sure how reassuring her laugh should be, or the kiss, but he's doing his damnedest to suppress his inclination to beat the crap out of every guy who says hello to his woman. It's genetic.

"Nothing! Nothing. Really."

He reaches up to toy with the long blonde locks framing her face, the backs of his fingers brushing against her cheek.

"It's just that you are such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl, and you're smart, and you're hot, and you've got beautiful eyes, and you can kick ass, and did I mention that you're gorgeous?"