The levity is beyond welcome at the moment, and he laughs, a deep rumbling sound as one giant hand settles over her waist and he lays his ear against the pillow in rest finally.

"You won't hear me complainin'," he admits easily, though he's always wondered why she didn't choose something more practical. That's just Elektra at the end of the day, and he can't find fault in it. It's not like a giant painted skull is any less dumb.