Derek hummed and mirrored her head tilt, the corner of his mouth turned up. It was nice, like this--watching her blush, but not because of anything sexual, or demeaning. It reminded him, sharply, of Paige, but not in a way that made him sad. "Maybe. But it will cost you." His hands slid down her hips, cupping her backside, fitting her even more snugly against himself. "You have to stop blushing."