[ he grunts when she pushes at his bad leg, giving her a good glare for deciding that assaulting the limb holding a fresh wound would be a good idea. big tough guy or not, so long as the damn thing hasn't healed, it hurts. so much as tensing up his leg shoots discomfort through his nerves, and he wants to describe her with some colorful words for a second or three there. ]

Oh, shut the hell up. Don't even pretend I didn't give you a night worth remembering.

[ not implying it wasn't one for him to remember as well, of course, but he isn't talking about himself right now. he just figures it's nice to... remind her every now and again. yeah. ]

Besides, what's wrong with flustering? Who would have thought a redhead blushing would look cute.

[ he called you cute, Ros. sort of. take it or leave it. ]