She nudges his shoulder right back, giggling at him over another sip of her drink, which is jostled but never falls from her hand through either shoulder-bump - if she can balance a throwing knife on her fingers by feel in the heat of combat, she can keep something much more easily held in her hand in pleasant company.

"I'd always be glad to show you, you know." And if anyone didn't think that little lilt in her voice wasn't flirtatious in the slightest they had clearly never met either of them. Whether it meant anything in any seriousness, however, could likely not be predicted.

"Do you remember the pleasant sort of exhaustion that comes after a long bout of training or sparring? It's something like that."

Or that exactly, she supposes now that she's used it, but she's never found appeal in friendly duels when there were more cooperative friendly things to do instead.