"Well, you've got a cute smile," she offers. "You just have to mean it. And then his heart will know fear." Grin.

"Oh, is that so?" Her turn to poke him lightly on the nose. "You don't know how many weird colors my hair's been." Technically, she doesn't either.

Maybe she can feel that, him about to tip one way or another. But she's not going to do anything to push him either way. This is good, and warm, and fun, and so much better than the last couple days. She doesn't want to go back to that awkward mess.