There are many things Susan wants to say to that: that she's glad of him; that he flatters her; that his skill with his tongue is clearly equal to his skill with his sword; that she knows she's a gift. Each has a different tone, a different implication, and lends itself to a different response, and she's not certain which she wants to go for.

Rather than decide, she turns her face into his touch, letting it drag across her mouth, and kisses the heel of his thumb.