"You're going to take advantage of me while I'm tired and weak?" He raises his eyebrows at her, feigning incredulity. "That's low, Wise Girl."

He doesn't really notice the way she relaxes so much as he sense it. Something in him responses in kind. Between this and their conversation the other day, he's starting to feel almost normal again. Sort of. "Challenge accepted," he announces, and there's a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "There'll be something you're louder at, I'm pretty sure."

It's not really innuendo. But it isn't not, either.