She does appreciate his lean muscle. On a daily basis, when he lets her.

There'll be more skin to skin when they're upstairs and alone. Soon, soon. "You're welcome, honey." Another sing-song answer, punctuated with a flurry of butterfly-light kisses along his brow. His skin is warm, which is usually one of the things she loves about him. She'll be taking his temperature properly before the cuddling can commence.

"Of course. No rush. Just keep your head on my shoulder so it doesn't bump into anything." She does take her time, easing them through every step to keep the ride as smooth as possible for him. "Can you handle the locks?" Otherwise, she'll have to put him down a few times. But on the whole, she's pretty good at this: he's not the first man she's carried up a flight (or five) of stairs. And he isn't even bleeding.