She chuckles a bit at his smugness, but can't help feeling it a bit herself, nuzzling at his throat gently. The cocoon of contentment and affection is warming, blissful, and she feeds into it with her own.

She stretches a little, lazily, and shifts to the side so she's only half on him, head on his shoulder, arm and leg still across him, but able to stretch her knees out more comfortably.