If he's not sure, she certainly isn't. She narrows her eyes at him, trying to figure out how much he's just fucking with her. He's not wrong, in some ways that was rather the point of offering the description, and yet why? Why are either of them even part way to considering this?

"Mmmmm. Sure. Maybe, yeah. Even now I have to know how to deal with size and weight difference." Ugh. She rubs the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Think I'd get fucking crucified if I made even the. Slightest scratch."