Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

His loose plan to imply that something too frightening for him to deal with worked, and he felt at least a little bit satisfied that she'd managed to mince the meaning out of his words. Not surprising, considering the fact that he assumed she was better at reading tone than him- and that even subtle hints were possibly more apparent to her. Having gone roughly a week without being able to see, he'd been given a small sample of what it was like to rely only on his hearing. It made him realize how important tone was, and how much he took his vision for granted. 

He gazed at her with a look that was mildly amused, but rich in affection when she asked a question that had an immediate answer. "Good thing you're both, then," He rumbled.