She strokes his back, laughing at his writhing, though if he does it again the mood is going to change very quickly. “Even though you were defeated by a mere maid this morning, my gallant knight?”
”I like to pretend that the entire situation never happened,” Mordred tells her as seriously as he can. “It will help me sleep at night.”
“Oh, if you need help sleeping at night,” she says archly. Then she dissolves in giggles, hiding her face against his neck.