"I must say," she murmurs, sounding appropriately complimentary. "It's a very effective work out."

It's a nice laugh, as far as she can tell. Honestly, it's all that she can tell - not a clue about who it belongs to, or even whether or not it's familiar. But it is nice.

"With you?" One set of fingers braces delicately at the base of her throat, chin ducking demurely before she sticks out her other hand in s manner far more akin to invitation than acceptance. "I'd be honored."