That gets exactly the laugh she knows he's after: a smile pressing dimples into her cheeks, eyes closed as he presses a kiss to her hair. One arm comes up to wrap around him, the other hand grabbing a fistful of his blindingly bright jacket to tug and push like she's giving him a little shake. "Maybe according to a blind, drunk judge that you've bribed to lie."

He's doing it on purpose, and she appreciates it, him making this as easy as possible on her, on both of them. Besides, he's right. Aside from the occasional night spent together, how much will this really change? And it's not like she knows what the hell is between her and Little, anyway. Even admitting the string is red doesn't mean anything other than some indication of what she's feeling. He still politely, gently, let her down at the party. This doesn't change that.