He may not have come here looking and she may not have asked him here for it but what the Hell. They were trapped on an island unable to do anything about it and she was scared. Like pie, even just flirting was a comfort to her.
No, him being uncomfortable was merely a challenge and a chance to annoy someone until they broke down crying. Or screaming. Or giving in and enjoying life. Which ever happened first.
"Bull," she called on him, shaking her head a little so her hair was behind her shoulders. "You like it too much for it to be an observation," okay, she was assuming but honestly, he was a guy. Unless he was gay or really picky, there was no way he wasn't enjoying it. Eden leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Bet you'd even like to try body shots." She was just trying to put images in his head now.