['Scrappy' is certainly the way to put it. Optimism and realism wrapped into one, though she suspects heavily that he has only said it perhaps to please her. Although few things seem to please Beatrix.

The furrow of brow ensues as he continues and she's at least minutely grateful he doesn't have the intentions to unleash said sneezes on her. He's met with a subtle dip of her chin in an initially wordless acknowledgement. Until—]

Likewise. I would not dislike spending time with you again. I cannot imagine this to be the last time we will see one another.

[Honestly, the eccentricities of the man are more than intriguing enough to keep her attention fastened upon him. She doubts she's the only one to think so either. What a strange, fascinating man.]