He truly enjoys her laugh- it's not a new thought to enter his mind, he's heard her laugh plenty, always found it comforting. But it's the first time it's solidified as a concept- just how much he enjoys her laugh- how he wants to hear more of it. He wants to be the cause of it.

He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound from his chest, a sound that dissolves into a moan of his own, as she bites on his lip. His hand curls around her waist a little tighter, pulling her closer. When he speaks again, there's a huskiness to his voice, an unmistakable undertone of desire.

"Hmmm, well, somewhere more comfortable would be preferable. And fortunately, we would not be parted long."