[Having not actually expected anyone to respond -- much less know what the word meant -- Corrigan looks over (again; he'd already spent a few lazy moments examining the redhead earlier) and returns the grin.]

Oh, ten points for you, sweetheart. Extra for the compliment. [Rolling to his side, propping his head up on one hand, Corrigan lets his gaze trail over the stranger, enjoying the pretty sight.] In front of, against, whichever. Though I do like having whoever I'm with watch themselves come. That's my favorite part.