He tilts his head, considering that; he's lost a lot for his passions whether human or creative, and when he hasn't he's been a little afraid of getting himself hurt if not someone else. So to be told it's a good quality, his helpless attachments, his fondness of people and things, is new, and it's with nothing but affection that he smiles.

Wren grins and makes a face, play-biting at her finger as she taps his nose. I'll remind you of that, he teases.

He laughs. Clearly not he says, then smirks, leaning to kiss her briefly and drop a kiss to her neck. I have some ideas.