"What's so funny?" She murmurs against his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe of it as she presses tighter at his side. The motion makes his hand slide along her chest as she readjusts, but a quick look around confirms that they're still alone in the balcony, so she really doesn't mind.

"I know it can't be my kisses." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the fondness in it is undeniable. Hooking a finger in the collar of his tee, she tugs it aside a little to press her mouth to the spot at the juncture of his neck and shoulder that always seems to make him shiver with delight. "You love my kisses."