She laughs again, loud and happy, foregoing reclaiming her gloves from him for the contact. It's not so much funny as it is just...fun? Words like delightful come to mind, the sort of excitement that comes from happiness without complications. No tensions and no hang-ups, or so it seems, despite his past and hers.

"I'd take that challenge," she retorts, pressing up against him again as they walked. "And be more than willing to face defeat." Especially if it made him look so happy; her own smile felt like it couldn't get any bigger, any wider, and she was sure despite the cold she was still flushed, very obviously so without her hood pulled up.