He wouldn't ever claim to know everything about her, but he knew enough -the same as she did about him- and he accepted it. Of course, he also knew that she didn't tend to like compliments, especially ones about her looks, which was why he was happy enough to turn the comment over into a joke at her response.

He just grinned, "Is that what it is? Mm, I'll have to remember that next time you're kicking my ass on the mat." Not that she did, often, but there were reasons he was the only one who would willingly spar with her any more.

His fingers hadn't stopped moving, and he could practically see the tension in her belly and her thighs, which was all part of the fun as far as he was concerned. Whatever could be said of guitarists and strong hands was equally true of archers, as evidenced by the fact that he hadn't stopped moving yet and had only slowed down again when she'd relaxed once more.