Being herself might be enough to delight and surprise, but a little effort makes it a sure thing. The poems and stories are always welcome, and she tries to always have something good to share with him when he calls. Sometimes all she can think is to ask him to guess what and then say that she loves him over and over until they're both laughing.

Oh yes. One way or another, he's spending the day in her bed.

"Whatever I want? Careful making offers you'll regret," she cautions with a smile. "What are you, anyway, some kind of superpower mafioso? I pay up and you don't torch my alchemy ingredients?" Silly Matt. It'd be so easy to take advantage of his helplessness right at the moment. Easy, but unloving. The teasing is kinder.

Her head lifts into his touch like a cat's would, and her hair's about as soft. The offer isn't seized on immediately, but he wouldn't have offered if he wasn't sure, so she'll scramble up and sit carefully in his lap. "Yes, honey?"