If a smile is good, a laugh is better, and Faramir's smile turns into a broad grin as he hears it, unladylike or not. He makes a mock-pitiful face at her in return as she reminds him, and releases her hand long enough to refill his mug and drink further.

"I see your own time spent with the healers is bearing fruit, since you do their chiding for them." He cannot help but make a face at the bitter taste. "Ugh. I am not certain that I would not prefer the headache."