Her laughter was immediate and delighted, hands clapping together briefly before she sobered enough to let her voice dip low and pretty, teasingly sweetened, "Now, now. If I wished to talk dirty to you, little ghost, you would know. I would use my right words. That was merely endearment."
The whistling got its intended reaction, nose crinkling clear up on one side - though she followed it with snatching up a blade of her own, attempting an imitation that fell flat and pouting momentarily between her fanned fingers.
"Are we?" her eyes widened and she leaned forward curiously, grin twitching back into place. "Why are we? Have we done something rude?"