"Wouldn't be any fun if I wasn't at least a bit self-aware." Chloe's up on the countertop in less than a minute: one casual hop back with the use of her (mostly) free hands puts them at equal height-- which she likes for more than just that reason alone-- bare foot closing the distance to curl purposefully round the back of his leg.

Close, proper contact.

"You look good." Meaning he looks the same as she remembers. "No one on one gladiatorial sessions in the arena, I take it."