"Until it gets you killed, of course," She says it with a smile, her expression very much c'est la vie, "Though I suppose not being clever enough can have the same result."

There's something seemingly genuine despite the light tone, as though it might actually be a concern, whether being smart or not smart enough might get her killed.

"Do you make up a lot of sentimental stories?" She sounds faintly scandalized, but it's obviously feigned, edged with amusement. What does she care, if he makes up stories?