[Is she proud of the half-second pause she gives before taking his hand? No. Does it happen anyway, alongside a slight purse of her lips? Yes and the less said about it, the better. She really does hate losing. But then she's on her feet, and it's pointless to carry on. It was only a moment's sulk anyway.]

You're going to have to beat me at something a bit more challenging than swordplay if you wish to hear me actually say those words.

[It's wry, not bitter, and she sighs as she offers the blade.]

I'll carry your notebook, if you'd like.

[He can haul the rest.]