[ even when he loosens his hold from her, she doesn't move from her spot on the floor. the win has been (mostly) acknowledged, so the effort for furthering the fight is lost, which means taking advantage of the current relief allowed for her back. still panting a little, she lets the stillness soothe her limbs for as long as she can manage it without having to move. ]

Oh, shut up. [ it's a snappy reply, but the held smile shows no real retaliation, even if her eye rolls as she turns to look over at him. ] I'm feeling just fine. I just happen to be extremely comfortable right now.

[ oh the hard floor. it's fine, she's fine.

even so, with a huffing breath, teeth gritting slightly to try and hold back a strained noise, she rolls her upper body to sit up, bending her knees to stretch her arms across them. her head droops down forward between her shoulders, but she turns to keep her gaze on him. ]

Alright, so — you win. [ spoken with so much reluctance. ] What torment do you wish to bestow upon me, Mr. Burton?