The curve of her face was flushed with a pinkish tint, something warm and alive and vibrant, but admittedly Rose wondered if she had cause to be embarrassed about her outburst. Now, though, looking back and into his eyes she knew there was nothing to be worried about. Not now, when they were here and together.

"Yeah," she said, "because even if you did argue with me that doesn't mean I'd let you win." Her eyes were glinting with amusement, but she took a couple of steps closer and touched her fingers to the back of his arm.