[ He doesn't much mind being pushed away, but Steph isn't the only one with hands up to frame a face. He sets one at each side, palms at her neck and thumbs stroking her cheeks fondly. The left one is cold — he hasn't bothered with gloves in a while. ]

Have I really been away so long that you'd grow so cold? Why, a triumphantly returning war hero really ought to have a kiss!

[ Nevermind that he already grabbed said kiss. Double nevermind that he's not any kind of returning war hero. He grins, adds: ] Or two. Three, for luck?