Pepper smiles at the choice of words, but says nothing about it.

"That's why you practice daily. And the basic stuff isn't anything insane, don't worry. Anyone can do it -- even you," she teases fondly. A chill goes through her skin at the quick brush of his knuckles, the fine hairs on her arm standing on end. She's anything but cold, though, swallowing a little. It's oddly nice laying like this next to him, but the situation is still laced with an awareness that charges up the air, like tasting an approaching storm.