She'd made a well proven point, perhaps the only point he'd should have been considering in the first place. Those that held the puffy and pouty lips typically had a form of hellion streak in them or were just increasingly stubborn as time went on. Much like a Mule, only doing or following something when it fully suit their own needs or that they could agree towards. To show an exemplar of that factor, the push towards the more positive aspect of the year had been tuned more towards - the idea of Christmas and the many plans that would made for it in the very near future. To him, that was a much more uncomfortable discussion even with the much more positive overtones for it.
Maybe it was because it was positive that it had been like an awkward itch?
"A day that most people decide it's 'Don't be an asshat' day?" He smiled, quite amused by the thought alone. It still had been an odd concept that there were people who decided that on that particular day people should be a bit more like people to one another. "It's certainly a romantic appeal. Admittedly alluring to have that kind of experiencing, I suppose good will could go quite the long way with people." He hadn't considered that it could be what saved a lot of people from spiraling down the paths he'd walked, that some random face in the crowd unknowingly saved someone from fully collapsing on the idea that humanity had been doomed to some extent. "Oh, it had less to do with my home life. My parents actually didn't celebrate that kind of thing. Back in school, I've dealt with most people who had been more focused on what they gained. Many gripes about not getting what they wanted." For him, at home, year in and year out it had been a constant effort to train and be a servant. Fanciful distractions weren't apart of his schedule, destruction and bigotry hammered deep. A small smirk shaped on his face at her insinuation of him liking the idea of a classroom. "I don't hear you saying you'd be against it, either."
Dylan laughed for a moment. "I wouldn't expect myself to be one with that kind of knowledge either. A person I worked with in the past had introduced me to it all. Curiosity had gotten to me one day and I managed to pick one up. I find that now, I have less reason to study the Arts of War and a bit more to relax." Not too relaxed but it was much easier to read a comic book at work during the slow times, especially with the usual antics of his boss. It meant something could occur and he'd have no problem finding his place amongst the all the chaos. "Well, no, you don't have me trouncing around in tights. That's always a good thing. But it's good stuff, already finished all of the books and just waiting for that next one." He'd been interested in how this new development between the two of them would alter it.
"So testy. You've that rebellious nature in you more than I do, I believe." He did wonder why she kept him around, but not for those particular factors. Or more specifically he wondered more on if she'd been happy that he'd been around. It was such a weird road they walked, the way their past shaped and how things had started with them hardly added up in any logical sense. Dylan found himself drawn into the presence of her lips pressed against his own, the calming presence that often took over setting in once more from the affection. "Mmm.. I'm not sure, I don't think that fully demonstrated if it were a complaint or not. . ." Now he'd just been phishing for more of it, but he didn't need to go further.
The edge of his fingers traced along her arms as a more mischievous grin took place. His fingers traced their steps back down Caitlin's arm and along her waist where both of his hands would settle there. "Oh, then we have many fanfictions to put to shame. This I approve of vastly." He'd lean in and press his lips against hers once more with a much more fiery intention and already had started to shift their bodies to lay her back along the couch with himself hung above her.