[ He makes a soft noise when she touches him again, completely unable to keep it in, this time entirely sounding like a moan, and not of pain. He closes his eyes, burying his face in his arms as he pretends that she didn't hear him, at least, until she's speaking up, herself. He frowns, turning his head to be able to look at her from the corner of his eye. ]

There's no need to thank me.

[ He did what he would have done for anyone, and he believes that. Sure, he cares for her, in a completely different than he cares for Lorna, or Marcos, or Sage, but. He doesn't deserve praise for doing the very least he could. ] I mean, I'm bulletproof. Rather they get stuck in my back than in yours.

[ He clenches his jaw as he says these words, reminded of all the people he couldn't save in the same way. He looks away, just for a moment, before he groans when she dislodges a bullet, the muscles underneath spasming as they get back to normal. He swallows hard, looking back at her again. ]

Call it good genes. [ He smiles, and then adds, completely sincere: ] No more amazing than you.