Romilda considered him for a moment, and then hummed a few lines of something that sounded like it might precede a dramatic (or perhaps patriotic?) scene in a movie. Then she burst out laughing, curling her hands gently into his hair as she grinned up at him, eyes warm. "Your soundtrack would be something like that."
Very glad that he agreed with her choice of celebrations, she rewarded him with another kiss, grazing her teeth teasingly over his lower lip. "Maybe next time we can slay dragons together," she added, "Then you'll have something to celebrate too. By the way -- you can set me down, if this is uncomfortable for you. Or recruit the wall to help you."
She liked being held like this, but would not have any problem at all with being pressed against something. Tiny as she was, that would still probably be easier on his back.