"No one ever told me either, but I still know better," she admonishes, but there's a hint of a grin at the corner of her mouth as she says it.

She's absolutely teasing him, in case that wasn't clear.

She's careful, and slow, which she uses the tip of the knife to sort through the vines, the angry looking tendrils clasped around his arm, but instead of cutting it free she frowns and pulls the knife back.

"You're not going to like my suggestion."