A soft hum escapes her when he kisses her and then she frowns, wrinkling her nose and she has no idea if that's the face he's talking about -- she has little attention for anything except her anger when she's mad and she can't really remember - but either way, it's probably the worst time in the world for that. She's kind of too tired of protest much, though, and if he wants to lie here and kiss her, she sure as hell isn't going to complain. "Like this?" she asks. "Except we can totally fool around without either of us having to get pissed off first."

Her forehead smooths out and she smiles again, bringing up one hand to rest against the side of his neck, her fingers toying with the ends of his hair. "We could test all sorts of emotional states and see which one is the best, which one makes everything else the most fun." She has a feeling it might be anger, but there's also the whole desperately afraid area that's probably pretty hot, too.