“Mph!” Despite the indignant squeal, she put her arms around his neck and submitted to being silenced gracefully. Then she tapped his nose with a finger. “Behave,” she instructed firmly, and began to fingercomb his hair.
“That word isn’t in my vocabulary,” he muttered against her lips, eyes fluttering shut as he grinned against her lips, inwardly whooping victoriously. But nevertheless, he obeyed and pulled back, rumbling deeply with contentment as he was petted once more.
She ignored his almost-purr, concentrating on easing out the little tangles and making his curls do something other than stick out in all directions. “There,” she said finally, nodding. “Now what?”