He lowers the majority of his body weight onto her, but he is making at least an effort to hold himself up on his elbows above her - however that is only until she reaches for him and pulls him closer, she wants him closer, and he doesn't fight her.

Vaguely her words register in his mind, but it takes him a moment before he regains enough self-awareness to even remember where his tongue is, let alone how to use it...

"Best?" He is a bit surprised, but there is just the barest hint of pride, of 'smug' underlying his tone. "Really?"

This is so very perfect here in the forest, he allows one hand to spread out against the ground, curling his fingers softly into the grass - there is a hint of something he does not understand that has changed, but he can feel it.