[And of course he takes her attempt at making a joke and runs with it. She snorts in response, rolling her eyes.]

As long as we split the profits evenly.

[Why not keep the safety net up and keep things easy? Her fingers curl inward, giving his a squeeze. This kind of banter is quick and simple, essentially meaningless. It's just to fill the time meant walking from point A to point B, which isn't really all that far off.

Behind closed doors, she can drop her guard around him. It's something she only feels comfortable doing in private. Letting her walls down has only led to her getting hurt time and time again. Or it's led to the people she cares for getting killed. She's hesitant to let her guard drop completely, even though he inspires her to feel at ease in his company.

That thought makes her a little more serious, though she doesn't drop her dry wit completely. It'd just be uncomfortable if she did.]

There's plenty you don't know about me, though. If we can ever manage to get through a conversation with our clothes on, I owe you a story or two.