"Good."

The star swallows, breathes out another (slightly tremulous) laugh, and leans forward - further into his space - as one hand makes a careful path upward.

"You going to give me that kiss you owe me now?"

Her fingers catch at the hilt of her dagger, pausing for a (heartbeat) moment before tugging it out and slipping it behind his back in one quick (not nervous, not shaking) motion.