[Well, almost anything, he thinks, remembering their bitter argument over what she'd intended to do when she went back to her world. He doesn't say so, though, just kisses her forehead.]

You're more than enough and you do more than enough. [He repeats, stoutly.] But if you insist... it'd be nice to spend a quiet evening here, just the two of us. We could... trade more stories about our worlds, perhaps?