He never doubts her. He just likes to poke her and see what she does next.

And the way she proves herself, with a delicate touch and a kiss that sends a familiar warm thrill down his spine-- well, that's his kind of jolly. Returning the kiss, he's perfectly happy to believe her. Especially when her hand slips further down his body--



"GAH no-- stop--!"

Half-laughing, half-yelping, he tries to catch her offending hand as he wriggles frantically underneath her as if trying to escape into the cracks between the armchair cushions.