Her eyebrows raise ever so slightly towards her hairline, like she hadn't expected him to answer her so readily — not like that, too honest for it to be a joke. It introduces a little uncertainty, an undercurrent of wariness that shows in the slightly narrowed shape of her eyes. But she doesn't step out from under the mistletoe. And she doesn't pull away when he tilts her face up towards him either.

If she'd wanted to, she probably could have gut-punched him and left. But she just watches him, meeting his gaze in a way that's somehow half a question and half a challenge.

Finally, unreadably: "Guess you'll know in a second."