Her face is awkwardly boxed on either side by Ichigo's hands, large enough that they span fully from brow to chin, maybe even a little bit beyond that. It's not particularly comfortable. Neither is the hand on his knee that she's still using to prop herself up, nor is the look on his face as he lingers a bit too close. Just a bit. She lets the statement get to her just a little, teasing expression fading into a slightly off-put pout.

And her lips part for a second, as though she might just close the distance, although she stops herself at the last moment. Eyes still bright.

"You're one to talk," she mutters instead, brow furrowing just a bit, almost mirroring his in deep thought.