"Aren't you adorable?" She beamed with an obvious flux of pleasure at Gabrielle's extended embarrassment. Although the words might have been able to have been perceived as patronizing under most circumstances, there was no hint of it in James' tone. If anything, adorable seemed like a substitution. Some last minute decision over gorgeous or sexy. She even leaned forward to thoughtfully brush a bit of stray blond away from the other girl's eyes.
But before Gabrielle made too much of it, James swept around the corner of the kitchen. Vanishing for a brief moment before returning with a bottle of Corona. "It's fine, really. I'm used to it."