[ She gives an easy shrug of her shoulders and an amused little quirk of her mouth. ]

Oh, is that why you're always putting yourself in mortal danger? [ Dryly: ] So much of your reckless bullshit makes sense now.

[ But the words can't be anything but fond, even if habitual mockery gives her voice a slight edge. Look at her, the way she leans into his touch — how she ducks her head a bit, just to press her lips briefly to the pad of his thumb. ]

Should've known your dick's been doing the driving this entire time.