SUCCESS
She let him stammer for a moment, but withdrew her hand. The adoration was flattering in moderation, but this seemed almost a bit excessive. Surely he wasn't still hung up over a kiss... or two? Surely not.
"They're not bad," she said, with a flutter of her lashes and a healthy dose of false modesty. "But a few of them could use some work - and as for the mousse... well, the mousse." She curled her upper lip. "A good song came of it, but really, everyone helped. You did most of it while Drake was hiding behind that tree."