She raised an eyebrow, slightly dubious. 'I am as much...' For a militant tree-hugging, one-with-the-plants ex-con, he pulled off non-threatening pretty well. Whatever floats his boat.
"I'd chalk it up to blind luck," she tilted her head, his fingers felt nice and cool on her skin. "But I won't complain."
She grinned and slowly stood up, toe to toe with him.