"Hmmm. I don't know if the fragile male ego could handle that," Booth replied, biting his lip as if actually considering this thought. "Actually, considering what you told me, if I could go over seven rounds and still be standing, I'd consider it a victory," he amended.
He shook her hand firmly before letting it go and kneeling to tie his sneaker. "So what's got you out this early in the morning?" He picked apart the knot losing its grip and pulled the strings tighter.