[Oh no... help him. It feels like his heart might melt into his very soul, with sweet words like that. Of course, he's not sure he buys them completely— he ducks his head a little with a softer laugh. He can't keep pushing anger at it to get it away when Dextera is so close like this. So soft, and warm.]

That's a low bar. [Self-deprecating still, but it's not something that he lingers on. Even if he thinks Dextera is the one who's amazing...]

I like hearing your voice. [If he has to be honest, he will be, letting their joined hands hang between them again.] But the silence is never uncomfortable, either. Just keep doing whatever you feel like.