"How about whoever ends up on top gets to... call in a favor?" Garrot shrugs off the whimsy and mirth, and instead opts for a deep, gravelly laugh that'd fit a villain in the wrestling ring more than a world savior in a bar. "You could call me up for round two the next day, I could force you to see the northern lights, or we could get creative." Then he lets out a wry little snort, content to let her fill in the blanks however she wants. Is this a blood debt between pit fighters or a pre-emptive second duel-date? Both???

"It's not like we're going anywhere." And then he lifts a single clawed finger towards her, in an effort to gently brush some of the hair from her face, or just to lazily point at her, whichever. "So we gotta make sure there's no shortage of fun, y'know?"