She shifted with him, eyes widening slightly in surprise as she found herself sandwiched between him and the back of the couch. Her breath hitched in her chest as he hooked one of her legs around his waist, and she instinctively wrapped an arm around his side to try and keep him balanced beside her. After all, what if he fell? He could re-crack his ribs, or do further damage.
"Uh..." she stammered, awkwardness clearly starting to seep through as she tensed, leaning back into the couch. "Helping you take over the world could be a start," she offered, knowing full well that she was teetering off the edge of what they were really talking about. Her heart was racing and she wasn't exactly sure what to do. When in doubt, panic and change the subject in the most obvious, retarded way possible.