*Mm...* He nipped at her neck for a moment before helping her get his shirt off. *What kind of proof?*

One hand covered hers, guiding it between his legs. *That kind?* Low and teasing and lustful amusement.

*Or the kind that makes me want to cover you in kisses and tell you I love you over and over again?* Still the edges of lust, but with adoration and affection.