He hums lowly at the assertion he's a treasure and the lovely feel of her fingers up his arms and hands on his shoulder blades.

"You're going to have me here all day, aren't you?" he asks, not quite teasing; he sees how she can get when she's fixated on something. It makes him a little self-concious, like he's not sure what to do with himself and unsure if he'll live up to that expectation, but a moment later she's nuzzling him and pressing gentle kisses to his skin and he can't help relaxing.

"All of this is lovely," he assures her, voice heavy with relaxation. "Though you may put me back to sleep." There are still a few faint spots on his back, the last remnants of his wounds.