[His hand finally leaves her arm so he can put his fists on his hips.]

Ahh, and here I am with only natural talent to my name. Guess I gotta defer to your expert cute opinion.

[At a glance, they're once more within the bounds of propriety. Still, she's standing in the rain in her bare feet, and he, her guard, remains more than close enough to touch. He makes no move to herd her back to the dull, dry comfort of the veranda.]

Can I ask what it is that makes me so adorable, though? I'm real curious.