[she is so aggressively defensive of his feelings. ready to literally throw him down over it. he loves it and he loves her.]

The spices make perfect sense for me, and I am the one who cooks with them so it doesn't matter. [his hand moves to cup her cheek.] Maybe more like sometimes you are too short.

[he brushes his thumb over her skin.] I am still going to worry, until I get used to the feeling. It's a learning process, remember?