[Mark's downright saccharine praise is a mere statement of fact, Rex's body is warm because that's what it was made to be, a quality that's wasn't even native to him from the start. And yet in this moment, he is reminded that the younger superhero likes a lot of things that other people despise about him, even though those traits are unchangeable, fixed. He's almost reluctant to break Mark's cutie pie hold on him, but he leans over, using his free hand to swing the young half-Viltrumite's legs over his own thighs, so that they are strewn about Rex's lap. To make matters worse, Rex leans so far in that his nose touches Mark's.]

Is this what you call good behavior?

[Mockingly, he clicks his tongue, grinning all the while.]

Come on, baby bird. You don't have beat around the bush with me anymore.

I know you're stronger than me! Yeah, h'okay, what's new?

[For once, Rex doesn't sound mad about it.]

But you still prefer it when I do all the heavy lifting, don'tcha, Tiger? So then, let me lift you up and lay you down! I'll go easy on ya.

[and u kno, that would be fine, he could just end it there, butt-]

You do know the dead of winter is totally baby-making season, right?