She stared up at him, the fear and anxieties seeming to dull and she managed a small, if slightly stiff and forced, smile. "Plans," she nodded, "plans are good."
But then he mentioned getting more physical and she couldn't help the smirk that spread across her lips before she spun to walk away from him, "Think you can handle it?" she asked, turning back to face him, smirk still firmly in place. "I mean, you've never been in the mile high club before."