Aaron blushed. It was such an antique word, but really it just meant that he tried to ignore the heat crawling up his neck into his face. It made his mouth twist stubbornly.
He nodded truthfully at her idle question about the teaset, and, suddenly feeling self-conscious, he took his fingers off the rim of the cup and had a very awkward drink, since he usually drank out of mugs, not teacups. "What... I like?" he asked, a little squeakily. He was hopeful that it was a come on, really, but his other senses deprived him of that notion pretty quickly. All he could tell so far was that she liked him, for some reason, but it was verging on "isn't that a cute fuzzy bunny" kind of a like rather than a "wow, I want in that guy's pants" kind of like. Aaron wasn't sure how he felt about that. "I... don't know. I like you," he added, looking stubborn again, "I'm just..." he trailed off. "It's not personal."
This was completely embarrassing. Maybe he should pack his bag and head back to the woods now.