"Not immediately," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders back playfully. "I mean, it'd probably take a fucking bite out of you, Gwen, let's be real. You're good, but wrestling a shark good? Nuh uh." Her tone was bright and teasing, the words slipping off her tongue easily. If she were being entirely honest, she didn't have complete confidence that what she was saying was true -- Gwenog was pretty fucking strong, and gutsy at that. The shark would likely have its work cut out for itself. Lily laughed at the thought, scrunching her nose up and letting her head tip further sideways as she did so.
"If you won, though? That… would be a different story, yeah," she finally conceded, nodding her head in mock thoughtfulness. "That'd get you a date, at least. Maybe a snog if you lost a limb." Her head spun a little as she made the joke; even with the small burst of laughter that she tacked onto the end, Lily couldn't help but feel suddenly nervous to be straying into flirtatiousness. It wasn't the flirting aspect that frightened her, nor the friendship part, more the mere fact that it was Gwen. Yes, they had kissed once -- a fact Lily certainly hadn't forgotten -- but that had only been down to some stupid mistletoe, and things had been strained with them for weeks after. If she thought hard about it, Lily had to admit this was a fucking terrible idea. So why wasn't she stopping herself?