The gesture makes her smile widen, as does his more delicate description of her undoubtedly somewhat tousled state. Though she certainly had no qualms about returning the favor. Hasibe draws herself up to kneel next to him on the sofa, close enough that her body brushes his.

"And I like a man who leaves a mark." Look, she might not be able to see them, but she is pretty sure they're there. She can explain it away if anyone asks, but...more likely she'll just be aggravatingly enigmatic about the whole thing, as is her standard MO. "I'm surprised I didn't go under; I wouldn't have been able to go back out there again if I had."

Now she's going to explain the ego reduction thing that sometimes happens to her. It is, in fact, pretty lucky that didn't happen, considering what a shock it can be to someone who's not accustomed to seeing it unfold.