He wouldn't dream of caring any less.

Lifting his chin, he shifts against her again and finds her lips with his, letting himself taste the sweet fruit off her tongue before breaking away.

"Promise I won't if you don't," his voice takes on a soft, almost playful note - but he means it all the same. "I need you to tell me what I miss."

Because for all his keen senses and memory, he knows he can be damn blind when it comes to what someone else is thinking... what they need, and when he's hurting them.