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She couldn't help but laugh as he leaned closer for emphasis, and she responded in kind, leaning her upper body back, a smile still resting on full lips. So he was from Canada, a swimmer, and, apparently, could be rather domestic. It wasn't every day you met a guy that was happy to admit to find joy in things like knitting or sewing.

As his weapon dissipated the Death blinked, a little surprised, though it took her a moment to remember she'd successfully pulled off her charge, and said charge had bolstered her shield up considerably. "Really? Oh." She wasn't used to winning. The knowledge of it sank in slowly, though as it did that sweet smile took on a decidedly smug curve.

"So," she ventured, taking a step towards him and giving her staff a casual little back and forth sway before hooking the end at the back of one ankle and giving it a yank so she could spill him back on the ground. This time, however, she'd sink down so her knees straddled his waist, effectively keeping him from bouncing back to his feet. "What do I get for winning?" Brows arching, she grinned down at him.

Gretchen was bluffing, she didn't actually expect anything for the small victory, but She'd been having fun, so why let it end just because someone's shield was at it's limit?

There was an instance of puzzled shock, but he recovered well, catching in and smirking up at her as he lifted up to rest in his elbows. "Princess?" Gretch hadn't been called that in ages, not since she moved out of her parent's house, but that didn't mean she couldn't be appreciate the title.

As flirtatious as she was being, she took a moment to consider the prize. Had she not been here, on the island and doing what they were doing, probably she would have giving him a peck and a pat on the cheek, but this was different. Here they saw the same people say in and day out, people started as strangers just they didn't stay that way. Besides, even if she hadn't yet experienced it herself, the role she now found herself in was incredibly dangerous.

With a thoughtful hum the girl leaned in, one hand coming up to rest on Dylon's shoulder. A light brush of lips, but she lingered close, smiling against his mouth.

Continued use of the word 'princess' had Gretchen grinning, and she had to bite back a laugh at the wink. All the same, she was giggling as she lay a kiss on his cheek and sat back, making no move to remove herself from where she was currently sitting.

"You said you liked to dance, right?" She dropped her hand from his shoulder, resting it on her thigh instead. "Maybe you can show me a few moves."

"You can, an you?" Again that flash of a grin, all playful amusement and just the hint of something perhaps a little warmer. "Let's stick with the dancing to start and see where it goes, handsome."