Gideon grins, wide and shit-eating, ducking past Tally's nervous sword-swinging and--probably obnoxiously--into her space. "Won over by my irrepressible charm, huh? My huge guns? My beautiful big butch bod? Or is it all the swordplay that's got you hot?"

She's close enough she could kiss Tally, now. She doesn't--she just stares up at her, at the chrome of her eyes, the tattoo whirling at her eyebrow. "Because you like me, huh?" she asks, quieter. Shit. Can it really be that simple?