He likes to listen to her speak. Her mind moves at such a rapid pace, always churning one thought or other over and over again, that it truly is fascinating to listen to her ramble on about her ideas and plans. Also, he knows she enjoys that he listens to her, and so he does so happily, both because it is interesting to hear her thoughts, and because his simple act of listening makes her happy.

All he ever wants is for her to be happy.

"You think wrong, my lady," he murmurs, those eyes closing briefly as she pushes her fingers through his hair. "I'm sure you could find something else to grab."