She holds her breath for the length of that pause, worried that she'd been too forward or too obvious... and when it's plain that it was all fine, she lets that breath out in a huff of gentle laughter. She beams up at him, cheeks still quite flushed. "It would. We wouldn't even have to argue about who gets to have the jackets, too." A tiny, tiny excuse for doing what they both perhaps want to do anyhow.