Loken spends a moment looking into her eyes, chainblade still churning, then the weapon shuts off, unable to nod his assent, he simply withdraws his own weapon, and stands up his left arm slipping almost too naturally around Archer's waist to help her up as well.

"Indeed." His hand lingers there for a few seconds longer than it has to, and he steps back swiftly, aware there are people watching, people that will likely be mocking this.

"I think we'll have to do this again in the Fall, until a clear winner can be determined."

He turns away a bit as he says this, as if to conceal some embarassment on his part. Or maybe to conceal the fact that he desperately hopes she'll agree to it.