"You should never be ashamed of what or who you are... Or how you look. You're beautiful the way you are, you're perfect the way you were born, and I like you like that." he whispered, softly stroking her cheek, and returning her kiss. He didn't want her to feel insecure about the way she looked... He just wanted her to feel good about who she was, even though sometimes it was difficult for his own self.<br/><br/>"Though, I wouldn't risk cooking. I'd spill something... Or burn... Or break..." he shrugged, and smiled a little, putting back his shirt, too, and standing back up. He started tying his boots again. "The napping, on the other hand, sounds pretty awesome. I suck at cooking, but napping is my specialty."