[... yes, Matt, why don't you just make it worse. And he can hear the uncertainty in her breathing, the way she holds her breath for just a second too long... but the huff betrays her, and he holds back a sigh of relief- at least she won't call him out on it.]
Thank you. I appreciate that, Miss Smoak. [And he holds out his arm, slightly crooked so that she can link hers with his-- the way people would usually lead him around.]