Trowa shakes his head slightly.

Not a lot, because a) he doesn't need to, and b) Quatre's head is right there.

(Trowa has one thumb hooked comfortably in a back beltloop of Quatre's jeans -- Quatre hardly ever wears jeans -- and the other curled loosely around his shoulder. Hello, boyfriend, nice to see you too.)

Slightly dry: "I had marshmallows already."