At first he's not sure what to do with the smile. It startled a twitch out of his lips and a chuckle, kind of like if he was hesitant to proceed and kind of like if he was laughing at her rather than with her. It seemed like the nerves wouldn't let him stop the huffing and soon Hawkeye lets his hand fall back to his side and he lets his head fall back in silent laughter, because he'd be damned if he'd let the moment escape him now. She had played along! Of all the stupid things to come to his mouth and mind- and Holiday was playing along and damn if they both weren't insane.

But like hell he'd let the moment escape him. Hawkeye rests an elbow on his knees, rests his chin against the palm of his hand, shifts gears on a dime because you can't get through any medical training without embracing the skill. "Oh yeah?" He teases. "What would you rather be wearing?"