Somehow, that doesn't strike Jenny as a surprise, though the words hit hard anyway, warm and wonderful and any number of other things. He's always been like that, she thinks, practically since they met, always wanting to do right by her, to make sure she was happy. It's no wonder that the same applies in bed, too. Another soft sound catching unbidden in the back of her throat, she slides a hand gently into his hair, not able to do much else yet given his position, but not about to hurry him along when just this feels so good. "I want the same for you, you know," she says, voice light. "I do."