She likes his possessiveness, feeling like she's a part of something greater than just herself again. She lets go of him briefly to return her own blade to her back, winding both her arms around his neck when she's done with that. Someone whistles at them, and she cheerfully gives them a rude gesture, grinning against her lover's mouth. "I feel that anyone else trying to strike an agreement with me like would meet a quicker death than if they'd just run at me headfirst, to be honest."