Yvaine flashes a grin, the crooked sort that implies 'I always am.'

She is, it might be noted, perfectly self-sufficient and doesn't need him to be saving her like some useless pastry-damsel in distress. (Except for when she does - but seeing as 'when' isn't right now, such things can be ignored in favor of continued self-reliance.)

"It sounds pleasant enough, I suppose."