At his question, she shrugged. "Maybe," she said aloofly. She wasn't sure if she wanted to start admitting to giving half-compliments. After all, alcohol made her nicer, but not that nice. She had a reputation to maintain, after all.
The shoulder squeeze made her expression cloud slightly, though she ducked her head to hide it. She thought to the last full moon, and how much Javert had hated her. This time wouldn't be any better, but she couldn't just let him run around getting stabbed again. "Thanks," she said, forcing her expression to lighten up slightly. "I'm sure Pinocchio would make a great human shield." She glanced up at him, raising a brow. "Better than Kevlar, I bet."