Her laughter was a beautiful sound to his ears: it made him feel buoyant, even more so to know that he was the reason she was laughing. Buchanan grinned against her before she stretched up and the assassin felt her grip his ear between her teeth. The gesture didn't hurt yet it elicited a soft, startled gasp from the Gamma, regardless. It hadn't been expected, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant. He let out a soft snort of amusement a few seconds later when she teased to him that it would take work to make her happy and that she was high-maintenance. “You're worth the effort.” Buchanan purled to her, knowing that he was repeating himself. He remembered saying something very similar earlier in their conversation and though she was teasing him it hardly mattered: whether she'd been teasing or not wasn't going to change his response. Banner was worth it; she'd always be worth it and this Buchanan confidently and firmly believed. “Guess you'll have to break your other suitor's hearts now, huh?” He teased her with a soft chuckle.

Some different variations of “good” in varying degrees of arrogance ran through Buchanan's mind when Banner mentioned her other suitors weeping for days. He did not voice them aloud. Arrogance wasn't his “thing” if only because it clashed terribly with his subservient personality. The Officer had invested a lot of time and immeasurable amounts of effort in ensuring that Buchanan would always believe himself as inferior. It was scarred into his psychological makeup. Perhaps he would learn to combat that, in time, but it was what was most comfortable for him despite his current rank as Gamma and newly minted title of trophy husband to the Marauder's Beta — despite that Banner's accomplishments were not connected to him. Still, he was proud of her and supposed that he had to set some sort of personal standard. It probably wouldn't reflect well if he didn't maintain a decent rank; plus the idea of being a disappointment to her was a horrible one as it entered his mind and stuck there for a few moments.

“Better yet,” The assassin drew, pressing his muzzle against her cheek, inhaling her scent deeply until it consumed him. “We can take 'em together.” Because wasn't that some of what it meant to be mates? Weather the storm together, facing down obstacles in their path side by side. Buchanan had to admit that he liked the romantic notion of it a lot. Who knew that Buchanan seemed to be something of a closet romantic? Or perhaps that was simply Banner's influence upon him, and his own idea of the man he wanted to be for her. For a moment as he stared down at her he had to remind himself that she, that this was real. Then again, he wasn't particularly imaginative enough to come up with anyone as amazing as Banner, nor was he ever so kind to himself.

Banner started saying something and then trailed off, leaving Buchanan to attempt to decide if she'd just gotten lost in her thoughts and forgot to finish it or if she'd meant what she said. A partially nervous sort of laugh left Buchanan as she finished her sentence in an adorably embarrassed rush. “A stroll sounds perfect.” The dark wraith mused with a charming for his lady as the pair took their stroll.