Looking up at her when she grins down at him, he's caught by her grin in return. Lord, what is he doing?

But he laughs, because he doesn't feel like this is a bad thing, even if it's making his stomach tight with the unfamiliarity of the practice. He tucks his hands in his pockets and looks forward along the hallway, with its arched ceiling and long plush carpets. "I do not think you will have much trouble with that." Both because of how easy he's found it to banter with her, and because he's noticed certain elements around who seem downright incorrigible when presented with a pretty face, but he's not going to admit either of those.

He may be flirting for practice more than anything, but he'd rather not throw her right at near-literal Adonises like Achilles right off the bat.