[ There's a mix of feelings in him... a mix of infatuation in the face of her teasing, and a feeling of competitiveness in the face of it. ]

Oh, and you weren't? I could've sworn you were making some very sweet sounds last night... I suppose that must have been my imagination, then?

[ He traces one of the bites he left on her body with his finger, running along the tender and darkening skin where he marked her as his. ]