[ For a moment he almost raises a hand to wind into her hair as she works her way up along his neck, then remembers her braid and thinks better of messing it up. It doesn't take him long to put two and two together that the praise ended her 'punishment' and encouraged her. So naturally, he's just going to continue down that path. ]

Hm, what else, what else. Wait, I know.

[ Leaving one palm against her lower back, Claude reaches up with his other hand to tilt her face up towards his to make eye contact even if she has nothing to say, runs his thumb along her cheek. ]

That there's no one as thoughtful as you are, for planning what to do because you want to show it all to me, to thinking of doing that at all. Or as patient, what with letting me bother you every chance I can get.

Or, [ he adds with a smile, a real one, ] as beautiful...ly organized.