It's a stupid joke, but the confidence thrills her. She wants him cocky and joyful and affectionate; she wants to believe that maybe she hasn't really ruined everything for him.

And at the moment she's easy to please; he could reduce her to trembling just talking, she wants him so terribly.

"Shut up," she mumbles, laughing around it; her gaze is a little unfocused, her face flushed. It doesn't take him long to win a little whimper from her.