He had a feeling they were both kind of just... moving forward. Trying to figure out some complex things. And Twilight had a lot on her mind. But, now that they had worked through some things... Barnon feels the grip around his waist tighten, her fuzzy head nuzzling his stomach. One of his arms comes down to wrap around her, the other slowly, and clumsily, working the cap to the bottle open. He resorts to using his teeth -- not the worst taste. This was, probably, the best pose for this kind of thing actually. Without it feeling like he was washing a big dog in a bathtub, which would kind of ruin the mood they were building up.