Hansel holds out his hands, like he's inviting her to try. Because he totally is.

And then he frowns, despite the fact that she's running her fingers through her and - well. It's nice hair. "I'm not fucking mean." He's not disputing the other too, though. At least, not right now. They killed the witch, they have some time alone, he's definitely going to be lazy while he's got the chance. And why would he look elsewhere when she's right there?