At some point, I will be too old, so you need to learn to take care of yourself!

[He says that with a bit of a snap to it, fidgeting because the heat of her body is getting uncomfortable. Yet Pietro means none of it, and he sighs in exasperation afterward.]

But until then... you know I'm going to take care of you, and I should have thought about your poor knees on that hard floor. Happy? Now. How do I make it up to you, on your birthday?

[He slides one hand further down her back to cup her ass firmly. Clearly, his ideas of 'making it up' to her are primarily self-serving.]