Gutter? Her eyes narrow in tell-tale warning, but that retort that's sitting on the tip of her tongue is swiftly silenced by his so-called bravado. And supposed 'moves' that Leia doubts to the point that she throws out a hand in preparation of catching herself before she hits the ground when he dips her. The tips of her fingers graze the wooden platform, nails scraping against it.
Leia doesn't realize she's propelling herself up towards him — and in turn, forcing him back into a standing position — until it's already been done and her arms are around his neck and she's squeezing his shoulders a little too tightly, feet dangling in the air.
"You need to get those moves of yours looked at before you injure someone with them."