[ She watches him approach with a smile that can really only be called catlike - a cat that got the cream, specifically. But as soon as his head settles into her lap, it softens into something warm and disarmingly sweet. ]

You're really troublesome, you know. A real handful.

[ Her hand settles on his head and she starts to stroke his hair, her fingers gently combing through and skimming over his skin. ]

But that's okay. I don't mind handling you.

[ A soft huff of breath - going by her warm, teasing tone, maybe it was a laugh. ]

Of all the guys in Chaldea for me to pick... but I don't mind that it's you, either.