Thomas made a show of rubbing his shoulder when she hit him, but he couldn't help grinning. It felt comfortable, the banter between them now. Thomas liked that. It was a sign that she didn't despise him quite as much as she liked to pretend she did.
He nodded his head as she said she would think on how she wanted to celebrate. "Shall we, then?" he asked her, extending his arm (which she would probably refuse to take, but Thomas was nothing if not a gentleman) to escort her off of the Pitch.