Lyra tried not to grin as much as she felt like grinning, warmth spreading across her face at his words. She felt a bit ridiculously flattered (even with the burp, honestly.) "Yeah?" she asked, getting up off the bed so she could put her beer bottle down on his desk, and so she could pull off her sweater while she was up. She still had a couple of layers on underneath, but things were definitely too warm for big sweaters. "Been smirking like that the whole time too, have you?" she grinned down at him, stepping closer again and resting her hands on his shoulders.