"For one, we don't have set mornings here, and for another, I doubt you get up before I do." She had no real idea, but Marco struck her as more the sleep in sort than the bright and bushytailed kind. She ticked both points off on her fingers, noting he didn't bother handing her rope over.

Stepping closer, she actually laid hand on it, not quite tugging yet. She figured she wouldn't need to. "Oh, I can think of a few ways. Most end with you saying, "Ouch."" She grinned. "Is that an invitation?"

Sadly for Marco, any yes would lead to her sweeping his legs out from under him rather than anything nice, but she was feeling somewhat contrary. She'd probably catch him. Maybe. It wasn't like he had far to fall, after all.